Dean shoots Ornella that crooked grin from across the desk. "Coffee’s for wimps," he says, already unbuckling. The redhead’s lips curl; she’s on her knees in a flash, lipstick smearing as she takes his fat cock to the back of her throat. Slurps, gags, a satisfied hum—her mascara’s already running. He spins her, leans her over the keyboard, peels the thong aside. Her bare feet find his shaft, toes squeezing while his fingers slide up her slick slit. She rocks into his hand, heel pumping faster whenever he curls two knuckles inside her. Next thing, he’s driving in from behind, gripping her hips like handlebars. Each slap of skin sends the desk creaking. A few deep thrusts later he pulls out, paints those tight cheeks shiny white. She glances over her shoulder, smirking, butt glistening in the afternoon sun.
Dean shoots Ornella that crooked grin from across the desk. "Coffee’s for wimps," he says, already unbuckling. The redhead’s lips curl; she’s on her knees in a flash, lipstick smearing as she takes his fat cock to the back of her throat. Slurps, gags, a satisfied hum—her mascara’s already running. He spins her, leans her over the keyboard, peels the thong aside. Her bare feet find his shaft, toes squeezing while his fingers slide up her slick slit. She rocks into his hand, heel pumping faster whenever he curls two knuckles inside her. Next thing, he’s driving in from behind, gripping her hips like handlebars. Each slap of skin sends the desk creaking. A few deep thrusts later he pulls out, paints those tight cheeks shiny white. She glances over her shoulder, smirking, butt glistening in the afternoon sun.