Conference cunt

Mia had fucked up bad. She knew it. Instead of sweating it, she slipped into a tight dress and perched on their desk, ass round and offered like dessert. They argued at first about what to do with her. Then the talk slid. They stopped wondering whether they should sack her and started wondering how they would take her. She never got fired. They never cared about the mistake, not once they felt how wet she already was. One of them pressed into her from behind while the other fed her cock into her mouth. She took them both, back and forth, until they had her between them, two cocks working her at once. They bent her over the desk again, one in her ass, one in her pussy, filling her until she could barely breathe. When they finished they painted her face, thick ropes across her lips and cheeks, and she swallowed what she could. The job was still hers. The mistake? Forgotten.