Go Fuckers...!

Mia has every boy in the building staring. She walks those hallways like she owns them, short skirt flashing thigh with every step. Most know better than to ask. She picks who gets between her legs, and the line starts with the ones who can back it up. Xander makes the cut. Team captain, all the right swagger, and tonight she gives him the green light. The second the door clicks shut he’s on her, hands sliding up the skirt, finding nothing but smooth skin. She drops to her knees without being told, takes him deep, lips stretching, eyes locked on his while she works him wet. He pulls her up, bends her over the nearest desk, pushes inside with one smooth thrust. Mia’s moans turn sharp and needy as he pounds her, blonde hair swinging, her cunt gripping tight with every stroke. When he’s close she drops back to her knees, mouth open, waiting. He paints her face in thick streaks, and she smiles through it, tongue catching what she can reach. Go fuckers, go.