Creative Meeting

Their files stayed shut while Veronica spread across the desk. Bill's hands were already under her blouse, cupping heavy breasts, thumbs dragging over stiff nipples. She reached for his belt, freed him, and sank to her knees. Her mouth took every inch in one slow slide, spit shining the shaft before she pulled off to breathe and went deeper again. He bent her over the chair next, drove into her wet heat with sharp, steady strokes. Veronica braced on the armrest, tits swinging, breath breaking each time he bottomed out. They moved to the floor next, her legs locked around his waist. Bill hammered into her until her walls pulsed and she came with a sharp cry. He pulled free at the last second, stroked once, twice, then painted her open lips and flushed cheeks with thick ropes of cum that dripped onto her breasts.