Rika Makes Her Employee Fuck Her Hairy Pussy

Rika glares across the office, whip-thin in her pencil skirt. Her employee yawns like the job means nothing. Enough. She snaps her fingers. He wakes in a blur, kneels, tongue dragging up the dark thicket between her thighs. Her smell fills his mouth—musk, salt, heat. He licks until her clit swells, pushes slick and stubborn against his mouth. Rika grabs his hair, grinds down, uses him until her breath hisses. Then she stands, unzips his slacks, shoves him onto the couch, climbs over him. Wet lips part for the blunt head of his cock; she sinks, hair brushing his shaft with every inch. Wet sounds, skin slapping, the wet grip of her cunt pulling him deeper. No mercy. She rides until she comes, thighs shaking, dark curls plastered to soaked flesh. He spills inside her, she never asks permission, just rides it out, panting hard. Eyes half-lidded, satisfied, she finally gets off his lap, wipes her thighs, goes back to work like nothing happened.