The Interview

Lauren Phillips steps in with that red hair catching the light like copper. She wants the job bad and she's not hiding it. Her blouse clings tight to heavy tits, nipples already pushing against the fabric. The boss sits back and watches. She kneels without asking. Hands work his belt open, zipper down. The cock springs free, thick, already hard. She wraps both hands around it first, measures it, smiles, then slides her tongue along the underside from base to head. She takes him into her mouth slow at first, then deeper, lips stretched, spit trailing down his shaft each time she pulls back. Her eyes stay on his. When she gags she moans anyway, throat tightening around him. Spit soaks her chin, runs between her tits. He stands, holds her head, fucks her mouth in steady strokes. Lauren opens wider, takes every inch, tears at the corners of her eyes but keeps going. He pulls out, strokes fast. The first thick rope lands across her lips, the next across her tongue, the rest splashes her chest in heavy streaks that drip down her cleavage. She smiles, licks her lips clean, and swallows what she caught.