Cara can't focus on calls. Her boss steps out, so she opens her phone and starts stroking herself right there at the desk. Skirt rides up, panties shoved aside. She pushes two fingers inside, pumping harder, legs spread wide under the wood. She bites her lip, breath getting ragged, then she cums hard—hips jerking, wet fingers glistening when she pulls them free.
She straightens her clothes just as David walks in. Her wet panties lie on the floor between them. He picks them up. Cara freezes, then owns it. She tells him she thinks about him all day, that she needs his cock right now. He looks at her, jaw tight, then steps forward. She drops to her knees, yanks his belt open, frees his thick length, and slides it straight into her mouth. Spit runs down her chin as she takes him deep, gagging on the stretch.
He lifts her onto the desk, shoves her thighs apart, and drives straight into her cunt. Each thrust rocks the desk; she claws his shirt and moans louder. When he pulls out and presses against her ass, Cara doesn't flinch—she pushes back, takes every inch, hole stretched raw. He fucks her ass fast, then slow, pulling out to show the open gape before slamming back in. She spins, tongue on his hole, rimming him wet and filthy, then sucks him straight from her ass, spit and slick mixing on his shaft.
David grabs her hair, fucks her mouth until he’s ready, then pulls free and paints her tongue with hot ropes. She holds it open, letting every drop land, before swallowing him down.
Cara can't focus on calls. Her boss steps out, so she opens her phone and starts stroking herself right there at the desk. Skirt rides up, panties shoved aside. She pushes two fingers inside, pumping harder, legs spread wide under the wood. She bites her lip, breath getting ragged, then she cums hard—hips jerking, wet fingers glistening when she pulls them free.
She straightens her clothes just as David walks in. Her wet panties lie on the floor between them. He picks them up. Cara freezes, then owns it. She tells him she thinks about him all day, that she needs his cock right now. He looks at her, jaw tight, then steps forward. She drops to her knees, yanks his belt open, frees his thick length, and slides it straight into her mouth. Spit runs down her chin as she takes him deep, gagging on the stretch.
He lifts her onto the desk, shoves her thighs apart, and drives straight into her cunt. Each thrust rocks the desk; she claws his shirt and moans louder. When he pulls out and presses against her ass, Cara doesn't flinch—she pushes back, takes every inch, hole stretched raw. He fucks her ass fast, then slow, pulling out to show the open gape before slamming back in. She spins, tongue on his hole, rimming him wet and filthy, then sucks him straight from her ass, spit and slick mixing on his shaft.
David grabs her hair, fucks her mouth until he’s ready, then pulls free and paints her tongue with hot ropes. She holds it open, letting every drop land, before swallowing him down.
