Rocco's Perverted Secretaries #9 - Scene 4

Princess Alice works in some glass-and-steel office park where the lunch truck never shows up on time. Tall, dark Francis X and equally stuck-on-himself Lorenzo Viota wander in wearing crisp shirts and bored smiles. Her boss flakes, so she shrugs, swings open the lobby door, and invites the two inside like the building’s hers. Once they’re in, the brunette doll kicks off her heels and plants her butt on the reception desk, papers scattering. "Guess the filing can wait," she says with a wink. Francis starts with the buttons on her white blouse; Lorenzo unzips her stubby black skirt. Underneath is a plain white bra that snaps open easy. Out tumble natural tits, perky and perfectly shaped. Lorenzo leans in for a long, slow lick, sucking the pink nipples until they stiffen. She reaches down, squeezes two solid cocks through crisp slacks, then tugs them free. Her fingers wrap tight—quick, sure strokes that make both guys suck air between their teeth. Slipping two fingers between her own legs, Princess Alice rubs slow circles, moaning softly, getting slick fast. Then she kneels on the carpet and takes first Francis, then Lorenzo, down her throat in long, wet glides, spit shining on her chin. Lorenzo flips her onto all fours, spreads her cheeks, and works his tongue around her tight little rim. She shivers, pushing back, then climbs up to straddle Francis. Her pussy swallows his cock in one greedy drop; she rides hard, bouncing tits and all. When he feels she’s ready, he lifts her, spins her, and eases straight into her ass, pumping steady. Lorenzo lines up behind and takes over anal duty, driving deep while Francis focuses on her feet—tucking each toe between his lips, tasting faint sweat and leather from the office shoes. The double rhythm keeps her breathing ragged. Francis is first to blow, pulling out and blasting rope after rope over her tongue; some spills, dripping down her neck. The heat of it only spurs Lorenzo harder. He slams into her open ass one last time, rips free, and paints thick white streaks across both cheeks with a satisfied grunt. She stays draped across the desk, legs wide, come sliding everywhere, goofy grin on her face, ready to file the rest of the afternoon under "questionable decisions."