Intern

Atlanta Moreno flashes you that grin—red curls, big glasses, and zero chill as she plants her heels on your thighs. She spreads just enough to let the cool air kiss her smooth, shaved lips, then scoops your cock between her arches, laughing under her breath because who thought footjobs at work could feel this good? You watch those soles glide, squeeze, tease. Then she slides off, kneels, and gets to work with that quick little intern mouth, tongue flicking like she’s been timing her breaks for this exact moment. Before you know it she’s straddling you, tits—round, glossy, with cute pale nipples—bouncing in sync with every rock of her hips. One turn and she’s facing away, still riding, ass slapping down as she chuckles between moans. When you flip her onto her back she grins like she started this just to lose, legs open, glasses fogging while you slide in missionary, then spin her onto all fours for the filthier angle. Sweet, breathy whimpers follow each thrust, then she’s back at the foot job, tight arches working you with slick, practiced ease until you finally spill hot and heavy across her soles. Atlanta wiggles her toes, raises one eyebrow, and acts like she definitely didn’t plan the whole thing.