1-On-1 With The Boss

Anna usually handles everything Casey throws at her, and this invite was no exception, even if the title was a blatant Office Fuck Session With The Boss complete with bullet points for every filthy thing Casey wanted. Anna hovered her mouse, wondered about HR, then clicked accept with a smirk. At four thirty sharp she stepped into Casey’s office and the boss spun her chair like a villain revealing the shark tank. Casey bent her over the desk, yanked her thong aside, and licked from the small of her back to her slick folds, tongue swirling until Anna’s knees gave. She returned the favor by splitting Casey’s pantyhose wide open, tongue diving straight into dripping heat and savoring the sharp-sweet rush. Later, Casey fastened a strap-on, bent her assistant against the window, and pounded deep—bent over the couch, braced on the filing cabinet, back flat on the floor—until Anna came hard around silicone. Afterward the boss unsnapped the harness, coaxed her juices down the shaft with her fingers, and watched Anna lick it clean, one wet stripe at a time.