No More Paperwork

Sata Jones sits at her desk, buried in paperwork, yet the man on the couch keeps drawing her eyes. Raul Costa lounges there, phone in hand, paying her no mind until she stands. She crosses the room and strips out of her blouse and skirt, leaving sheer lingerie that barely covers her full breasts and soft hips. She drops to her knees between his spread legs, frees his cock, and takes him into her mouth with wet, eager strokes. Her tongue works the shaft, coaxing him thicker and harder with every pass.