Business Hour Naughtiness

Blanche’s pussy won’t shut up. It throbs the second she sees him—young, fit, shirt crisp against his shoulders. Risky, stupid, right here on company time, yet her hand is already on his belt. She drags him behind the file cabinets, drops to her knees, and takes his cock into her hot mouth. Blonde hair falls over her face while she works him deep, tongue swirling, big tits swaying under the thin blouse. He lifts her onto the desk, yanks her thong aside, and pushes in hard. She bites her lip to stay quiet, but her hips roll, greedy. He flips her over, pounds her from behind, then pulls out and paints her open mouth and cheeks with thick ropes of cum, leaving her glistening before they both hurry back to their desks.