Footsie Meeting

Romy Indy wiggles those pretty brown toes like she's got every inch of Toby figured out. One second she's the desk girl taking notes, the next she's got her feet in his lap, soft soles stroking him through his slacks till his head spins. Toby bites his lip, tries to focus on emails, fails miserably. She grins at the twitch she feels. When he's panting and half hard, she slides under the desk, grips his length with both feet and works him right to full attention, cute toes squeezing, rolling, toying till he's straining. She licks her lips, ducks her head, and swallows him deep, tongue hot and sloppy. Once she tastes he's ready, Romy hops up, shimmies her panties aside, lines him up and sinks down in one slow, wet slide, pussy clenching, slick and eager around every throbbing inch.