Backstage of 'Immigration Issues'

Angelina slips past the empty corridor and cracks open the filing room door. She’s hunting for anything that might help her stay in the country. Nothing turns up. Then the handle turns and Toby walks in, the immigration officer himself, catching her with both hands still buried in the drawers. He doesn’t call security. Instead he studies her tight frame, that short skirt and dark hair framing wide eyes, and decides on another price. Angelina nods once. No papers are signed; her mouth wraps around his cock instead, warm and wet, while he braces against the metal cabinet. She sinks lower, sucking until her eyes water, the quiet room echoing with soft, wet sounds. Toby spins her around, bends her over the table, lifts the hem of her skirt and finds her already slick. He pushes inside in one smooth stroke, hips slapping her ass as he drills deeper. Angelina grips the edge, biting her lip to stay quiet while the hard thrusts rattle the folders above. He pulls out, turns her onto her back, spreads her thighs wide and fucks her harder, her soaked pussy gripping him, both of them slick and urgent. Just before he finishes he slides free, strokes fast, and paints thick ropes across her stomach and the hem of her skirt, marking the fabric as proof of the deal.