Backstage with Cameron Gold

George Uhl sat at his desk, unsure if a woman like Cameron Gold belonged in his company at all. He needed a secretary, yes, but she looked more like trouble than help. She pressed her mouth to his without asking, lips warm, tongue bold. Then she stripped. The last shred of doubt left him when she turned and offered her ass, round and tight. George ran his hands over the smooth skin, then pushed a finger inside. She clenched at once, gripping him hard. The company needed someone with grip like that. He worked the finger deeper, watching her push back. Soon it was two fingers, sliding in and out, opening her. She moaned each time he pressed past the ring. George stood, freed himself, and pressed the head of his cock to the same spot. He eased in slow. Her heat wrapped him tight. Inch by inch he sank until his hips met her cheeks. Then he pulled back and drove forward again. Every thrust made her hole squeeze. He used that grip now, steady and deep, giving her the job without saying the word.