Hot MILF Afrodithe

Afrodithe, thirty-one, thought the place was empty. She settled behind the boss’s desk and thumbed through a glossy magazine. Then the door opened. He stood there, already bristling, and she knew she had crossed a line. Her hands were steady when they found his shoulders. The anger stayed sharp until the first stroke of her palms, but every slow press after that softened him. Tension melted. Blood rushed. His cock rose thick and hard beneath his trousers. She didn’t wait for him to speak. She pulled him free, guided the blunt head between her thighs, and sank down onto it. Her wet, dark-haired pussy took him in one smooth slide, drawing a low groan from his throat while the desk lamp watched, unmoved.