Her Cure For Writer's Block

Zlata stands at the edge of the desk, robe open, her full breasts on display. Emmanuel sits frozen in front of his laptop, fingers unmoving on the keys. She steps between his knees and turns around. One hand reaches back, spreads herself, and she sinks down onto him, taking him into her ass in one slow, deliberate push. Emmanuel lets out a long breath as she starts to ride him, her body bouncing with each thrust, tits swaying in time. She stays focused on the motion, sliding down again and again, the pressure building until he finally releases inside her.