The Best Interview Ever

Candee shows up dressed for the part. Tight blouse. Short skirt. The kind of outfit that says business, then screams something else entirely. Toby opens the door himself. No assistant in sight. Just that famous smile and the quiet pull of a man used to being watched. She asks her questions. He answers. The room heats up anyway. Candee leans in, notepad forgotten, and Toby’s hand lands on her thigh like it belongs there. She doesn’t stop him. Her mouth finds him first—soft lips, wet tongue, slow strokes that turn eager fast. Big tits spill free when he pulls her top open. She takes him deeper, eyes locked on his, until he spills across her face in thick, hot ropes. Blonde hair sticks to her skin. She smiles through it, satisfied, already tasting what she came for.