Horny boss

Hope knocked on the door and let herself in. The moment she saw him, her pulse skipped. She had only meant to say she needed a new clock. Instead the word slipped out wrong. “I’m here for a cock,” she said. Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t correct herself. He leaned back in his chair, studying her, then stood and walked around the desk without a word. He lifted her onto the polished surface, pushed her skirt to her hips, and tugged the thin lace of her panties aside. Two fingers slid between her lips to test how ready she already was. She gasped when he opened his belt. He freed his cock, pressed the head against her slick entrance, and drove in with one smooth thrust. Hope’s back arched. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk while he took her in steady, deep strokes that left her breathless. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulders as she met each thrust, hungry for more. He pulled out just before he came, painting her open mouth and flushed cheeks with thick ropes. She stayed sprawled there for a moment, lingerie askew, lips glistening, the taste of him still warm on her tongue.