Executive Feet

Alexis the exec had a whole board meeting in her head until that cock showed up. Forget spreadsheets, she’s got her mouth locked around the real bottom line and she won’t pop off. Danny drops lower, tongue curling over slick folds, teeth grazing her toes. Her own rules snap. She slides both silky feet around him, working the thick length between her arches like she’s finishing quarterly reports with extra tongue. Then they crash together, her back on the boardroom table, hips slamming, toes curled, the whole room sounding like last year’s bonus package exploding in moans.