Private show

George had no idea what to expect until Defrancesca walked into his office. Blonde. Black lace stretched over soft curves. She didn’t ask—she just turned, bent, and let the thong slide aside. The moment her hips moved he understood the gift. She took his cock in her mouth without ceremony, spit dripping down the shaft, eyes locked on his. When she climbed onto his lap, the first push into her ass drew a low moan that cut through the quiet room. She rode him slow at first, then harder, working every inch into her tight hole until she was stretched wide around him. Each thrust pushed deeper. She didn’t hold back, and neither did he.