Best secretary - part II.

Filing my nails leaves me restless. I’d rather have my boss’s cock in my throat. I rub the tension from his shoulders, fingers working deep, until his hand closes over mine. He turns, eyes locked on mine, and the silent request is obvious. I drop to my knees right there, tug his zipper down and take him in my mouth. My lips slide wet and tight around every thick inch while I swallow him, drool glistening on my chin. He’s older, salt-and-pepper, and I’m the eager blonde who never says no. He threads fingers through my hair, guides my pace, then stands me up, spins me, and bends me over his desk. My skirt rides up, panties yanked aside, and he drives into my ass with one long thrust. Each stroke sends my cheeks rippling, my moans echoing off the office walls as he pounds the last bit of stress right out of himself and straight into me.