I braced myself, my breath hitching as I imagined Raj preparing his hands. The slick sound of oil sloshing filled the air, followed by the wet squelch of his fingers rubbing together. Then, without warning, three thick, oiled digits plunged into my pussy--pressing, probing, tugging with a relentless ferocity. His roughness shook my entire body, the desk creaking beneath me as he thrust in and out, his knuckles scraping my inner walls. I clenched my teeth, but the betrayal of my own arousal was undeniable--my juices flowed freely, mingling with the oil, dripping down my thighs in a shameful cascade. Each brutal push sent tremors through me, my toes curling against the floor as I fought to stay upright.