Curvy AJ Applegate Punished By Her Boss

AJ sits at her desk with legs spread wide. Her fingers work her clit in slow, wet circles while she pictures her boss—dark suit, dark eyes—bending her over the credenza and slapping her bare ass until it burns. She wants it so bad she can't wait anymore. Next morning she fucks up the schedule on purpose. Forgets calls. Drinks from his espresso cup and leaves her lipstick on it. He snaps after lunch. Door slams. He grabs her wrist, spins her, shoves her face-down across the oak desktop. Her short skirt is already riding up; he yanks her panties to her knees. Two hard spanks, then he drives two fingers deep inside her, knuckles grinding. The snick of his belt filling the room. AJ moans as the leather whooshes then cracks across her ass. He doesn't tease—he fucks her with his fingers, thumb slick on her clit, saying filthy things in that low Italian rasp. When he shoves his thick cock inside she almost screams. He pins her wrists, pounds in short vicious strokes, teeth at her neck. Her pussy clenches around every hard thrust. He pulls out just long enough to flip her onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, ankles still tangled in wet silk panties. Hard thrusts jolt the desk, papers sliding to the floor. She comes so loud he slaps a hand over her mouth. He follows—hot spill deep inside, fingers bruising her hips. The fantasy explodes past every dark corner she’d ever dared to picture.