The Boss

Emily Brix has a single goal when she stays late: please the man who signs her checks. The brunette sits on the edge of his desk, skirt already hiked, offering herself with quiet hunger. She slides off the polished wood, drops to her knees, and takes his cock between her small natural breasts first, brushing the head against her skin before she opens wider and swallows him to the root. Spit glistens on her lips as she works him, slow then faster, every movement meant to make him harder. When he pulls her up and bends her over the desk, Emily braces her palms and welcomes him inside in one smooth thrust. He fucks her deep, her small tits swaying with each drive, the room filled with the wet sound of her slick heat taking him again and again. The pace builds until his breath shortens and he pulls out, stroking once, twice, before he spills across her bare skin in thick, warm ropes.