The Boss' Slutty Daughter

Toby shows up early to set the meeting room. His boss isn’t due for another hour. Upstairs, Renata Fox lounges in lace and lingerie, music drowning the silence, until footsteps pull her attention downward. She wants heat. She wants distraction. She finds both in the man downstairs. She pads into the living room, eyes locked on Toby, and nods at the couch. The second they sit, her hand is already on his thigh. Fabric slips. Her breasts spill free, pale and full, nipples tight. Toby’s fingers slide between her legs, parting slick folds, working her open while she rocks into his palm. Renata twists onto her knees, ass raised. He trails lower, pressing one wet finger against the tight ring of muscle, easing inside. She gasps, hips rolling. When he adds a second finger she pushes back, greedy for more. She turns, drops to her knees, and takes his cock between her lips. Spit coats him, thick and glossy. She works him deep, throat fluttering, until every inch shines. Then she climbs into his lap, guides that slick length to her ass, and sinks down. The stretch steals her breath, but she keeps going, inch by inch, until her cheeks rest flush against him and every slow rise and fall pulls a low groan from both of them.