Once a Secretary, Now a Mistress

Veronica’s ass was greedy today. She let the whole world know when she slid onto Kristof and rode like her back door was the only hole that mattered. First, though, she got playful—soles smooth and warm, giving his cock one long, teasing foot-rub until he throbbed against her arches. When she finally took him, she did it slow at the start and dirty right after, hips rolling, grin flashing every time he bottomed out. By the time he pulled back out and slammed back in again, neither of them cared who heard the couch creak or the lube bottle hit the floor.