Immigrant issues

Sammia Duarte stands at the officer’s desk with nowhere left to turn. Without a green card she’s caught in a bind she can’t talk her way out of—unless she uses her body instead. The brunette’s uniform hugs every curve, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at the smooth skin beneath. She watches Toby’s eyes trail lower, then she drops to her knees and frees his cock in one smooth pull. Her tongue slides along the shaft, slow and wet, lips sealing tight before she sinks deeper. Toby groans. He grips her dark hair and starts to thrust, filling her throat until saliva drips from her chin. When he pulls back she turns without a word, pulls up her skirt, and spreads herself open across the desk. Toby spits on her tight hole, then eases inside, inch by inch. Her moan is low and needy. He builds rhythm—deep, steady strokes that stretch her until her knuckles go white against the wood. Every thrust pushes her closer to the edge, her body clenching around him. A sharp smack lands on her ass and she gasps, pushing back for more. He fucks her harder, balls slapping, until she shudders through her climax and he empties inside her. She stays bent over, breathing hard, cum seeping down her thigh as he tucks himself away.