Passionate Pounding

Ashley Lane and Michael Stefano stumble in after another brutal day and the moment the door clicks shut, Ashley drops her briefcase like it offended her. The next thing you know, Michael has her pinned against the hallway table. She pops open his belt with one sharp tug, already dropping to her knees while he shrugs off his shirt. Her lips wrap around his cock in one smooth motion, tongue flicking the underside while her cheeks hollow out. Michael’s hand knits through her hair, gripping tight, but Ashley isn’t in the mood for gentle. She drags him deeper until her nose is crushed against his stomach, then pulls back gasping and grinning like she just won a bet. Before he can blink she’s up, bent over the table herself, ass in the air, skirt already bunched around her waist. He rips her panties aside and pushes in with one hard thrust. The table skids an inch each time he drives forward, Ashley’s mouth open in soundless gasps, her fingers digging into the wood. Michael reaches around and works her clit while pounding her, and Ashley cums so hard the pencil holder topples over. He follows right after, hips stuttering, flooding her until it runs down her thighs. They stay there, catching their breath against the table they probably just signed the death warrant on, laughing like idiots who just discovered the best stress relief involves forgetting the names of everyone they’re supposed to call back.