Getting divorced

He couldn’t stand another night under the same roof. Done. Divorce. Papers waited on the lawyer’s polished desk. She signed first, lips tight. The moment her husband stepped out, the pen hit the floor and her knees followed. Down she went, mouth open, taking the lawyer’s cock straight to the back of her throat. The door clicked open again and there she was, lips stretched, eyes wide. No shame. Just hunger. He didn’t hesitate. He freed his own cock, grabbed a fistful of that blonde hair, and drove in from behind. One dick in her mouth, another buried in her ass, the papers scattered across the desk while she took it raw. They used every hole until the lawyer painted her face and her husband finished deep inside her. She wiped her mouth, signed the last line, and walked out dripping.