I don't care, as long as you suck my cock right

Tanya's the kind of secretary who wrecks documents and bats her lashes like it never happened. Today she went too far. David strode in, tossed the ruined papers on her desk, and told her to fix it. She leaned back in her chair, let the buttons of her blouse slip one by one, and showed him the glossy curves that had kept her employed this long. He was inside her mouth before the next sentence left his lips. She sank to her knees, taking him deep, the heavy swell of her silicone tits pressing against his thighs. Her tongue worked him in slow, wet strokes, eyes fixed on his, daring him to complain. They didn't make it to the couch. He bent her over the desk, skirt shoved up, panties pushed aside, and drove into her right there between the filing cabinets. Each thrust rocked the monitor and scattered pens. Tanya moaned louder with every slap of skin, pushing back to meet him, breasts spilling free and swaying under her open blouse. David gripped her hips and fucked her harder, office lights glaring off her sweat-slick skin. Papers fluttered to the floor, but neither of them noticed. She wanted the job saved. He wanted her cunt. They settled it the way they always did: fast, filthy, and loud enough for the hallway to hear.