She pushed me against the desk, her hand already yanking my belt open. "Write it," she hissed, breath hot on my neck. "Write one of those filthy Urdu font family sex stories while I fuck you."
My cock was already hard, throbbing against her palm as she freed it. She stroked once, rough and direct, then turned and bent over the keyboard. "Type," she ordered, spreading her legs.
I stood behind her, cock in hand, and started hammering the keys. The Urdu script flowed in that thick, cursive font family she lovedbold, looped letters that looked like they were made for sin.
She reached back and guided me inside her in one slick thrust. "Fuck, yes," she growled. I pounded into her, hips slapping, while the words spilled out on the screen. Every stroke made the font bigger, dirtier. She moaned loud, demanding more. "Tell them how deep you are. Tell them my cunt is swallowing every inch."
I typed faster, the keyboard clicking under my fingers as I rammed her. Sweat ran down her back. She pushed back hard, taking me to the root. "Harder. Make it nasty." My balls slapped her clit with every thrust. She came once, cursing in a mix of English and Urdu, then again when I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles.
I kept typing between grunts. The story on the screen got rawexactly like us. She flipped around, dropped to her knees, and sucked me deep, gagging on purpose so spit ran down my shaft. "Don't stop writing," she said around my cock, voice muffled and wet. I kept one hand on the keys while she worked me, tongue swirling, throat tight.
When I was close she stood, turned, and bent again. "Finish inside me while you finish the story." I slammed back in, fucking her like I was trying to break the desk. The Urdu font family on the screen looked obscene now, letters thick and dripping with every filthy sentence. She screamed when she came the third time, pussy clamping so hard I lost it, pumping hot loads deep while my fingers slammed the final period.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the screen glowing with our new story. She looked back at me and grinned. "Send it. Let the whole font family read what we just did."
