Better Than Financial Supervision

Toby doesn’t waste time. The moment his financial supervisor steps into the room he tells her exactly what he wants. Lydia has heard the stories. She smiles like she’s been waiting for proof. She peels off her clothes until nothing’s left but the red corset and leatherette booty shorts, then reaches for his belt. His cock springs free, already hard enough to strain the fabric. She drops to her knees and takes him deep, lips sliding all the way down until her nose presses against his stomach. When she stands again she turns, pulls the shorts aside, and guides him straight into her ass. He fucks her with long, steady strokes, one hand gripping the corset, the other holding her hip. Every thrust pulls a breathy moan out of her. She reaches back to spread herself wider, asking for more without a single word. He gives it to her until he can’t hold back, pulling out at the last second so his load paints her face in thick ropes across her cheek and lips.