The Star of the Office

Cindy lights up the office like a neon sign. Young. Tight. The kind of Asian beauty that makes heads turn and dicks throb. Daniel is the lucky one tonight. After hours, the place is quiet. Empty desks. Just the two of them. She drops to her knees like it is second nature, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Her mouth works him slow at first, tongue flicking, lips tight. He watches her cheeks hollow. Watches her eyes water when he hits the back of her throat. She keeps going. Sloppy now. Strings of spit down her chin. He grips her hair and fucks her face until she pulls off, gasping, lips red and shining. Then he paints her with it. Thick ropes across her pretty face. She smiles through the mess, tongue out, catching every drop she can reach. The camera lingers on the shine on her skin, the way her chest rises and falls, the satisfied little hum in her throat.