Sex-crazed

Sorana sits at her desk thinking about tonight. She shifts in her seat, wet already. Her lover’s body is all she can picture. She remembers how his cock felt sliding into her. The thought alone makes her thighs clench. When they finally meet, she drops straight to her knees. She takes him in her mouth, slow and wet. Her tongue circles the head before she pushes deeper. He pulls her up, turns her around, bends her over the bed. He presses against her ass and pushes in. She gasps as he fills her. The pressure builds fast. She begs for more, voice shaking. He grips her hips, drives deeper, harder. She comes first, shaking against him. He follows right after, pulling out to finish across her face. Streaks land on her lips and chin. She licks them off, eyes still glassy.