Cock-hungry

Natalli greets the visitor with a smile that lingers a second too long. While her boss barks numbers into the phone next door, she leads the business partner to the couch and sinks to her knees without asking. She tugs his zipper down, pulls him free, and closes her lips around him, tongue warm and eager. He hardens fast. Natalli works him deeper, cheeks hollowing, spit shining along his shaft. Soon the partner reaches down, grabs a fistful of blonde hair and fucks her mouth in quick, shallow thrusts. She hums around him, eyes watering, mascara smearing. When her boss finally steps in, he stops dead. Natalli rises, wipes her lips on the back of her hand, and turns to him. One glance is enough. She steps out of her skirt, bends over the desk, and offers the other man her ass. He spreads her open, presses in slowly, then drives harder once he’s past the ring. Natalli gasps, knuckles white on the wood. The boss watches, cock already straining, until she reaches back and pulls him closer by the belt. She takes him into her mouth while the partner keeps pounding her from behind, her body rocking between them in a steady, filthy rhythm. They switch. The boss slides into her ass next, hips snapping, while the partner fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin. Natalli moans around every thrust, blonde hair sticking to her damp cheeks. They flip her onto her back across the desk, legs spread wide. The partner drives into her ass again; the boss feeds her his cock. Her moans grow higher, tighter. When she feels them both swell, she opens her mouth wide, tongue out. Both men finish across her face in thick, hot ropes—cheeks, lips, lashes—glistening under the office lights. Natalli licks what she can reach and smiles, breathless, satisfied.