Afterwork fun

Marilyn Scott invited her new boss home to break the ice. Minutes later her skirt rode up and flashed black lace against bare skin. He froze. She stood, stepped out of the skirt, and dropped to her knees. The zipper slid down with a single tug. She took him into her mouth, tongue circling, lips tight, working him deeper with every slow stroke until he was hard and slick. Her ponytail bobbed in rhythm. When he warned her, she pulled off just enough to let the hot spill paint her cheek and mouth, one streak catching her chin. She licked the corner of her lip, eyes still on his, dark hair brushing her shoulders. The quiet afterwork room smelled of her perfume and the raw, sharp tang of what they had just done.