From Workaholic To ASSaholic

Matthew sits at his desk, eyes glued to the screen. Amalia steps into the room in nothing but a thin robe, bare legs flexing as she moves. She shrugs the silk off her shoulders and her full tits bounce free. Matthew turns. She climbs onto the desk without a word, turns, and spreads. Her asshole twitches, already slick. He pushes back his chair, stands, and runs his hands over the curve of her ass. Two fingers slide in first, then three, stretching her open while she pushes back against his hand. He spits, rubs the head of his cock over her rim, and drives in. Amalia moans into the wood, one hand between her thighs working her clit as he starts to fuck her ass in long, steady strokes. Her tits flatten against the desk with every thrust. Matthew grips her hips and picks up the pace, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole filling the room. She comes with a sharp cry, fingers still rubbing, and he keeps pounding until he pulls out and paints her stretched hole with thick ropes of cum.