Backstage of Daily dose

I push open the office doors and there he is, leaning on the railing like every evening. My whole body tightens at the sight. He doesn't waste words. We drive in silence, windows down, the cool air brushing over my skin while heat climbs between my legs. The second the apartment door shuts, his hands are on me, pulling my blouse open, freeing my breasts. He lifts me onto the kitchen table and yanks my skirt up past my hips. My thighs part. He drops to his knees, tongue pressing deep, then rising higher, teasing where he knows I'll beg. When my legs start to shake, he stands, turns me around, and presses the head of his cock against my ass. One slow thrust and he sinks inside, gripping my hips, filling me until I can't breathe. I reach back, clutch his wrist, and ride every stroke, blonde hair falling across my face, nipples hard against the wood. He fucks me harder, faster, until I feel him pulse deep in my ass, and all the tension from the day finally breaks.