Aidra Fox & Judy Jolie - Super Horny Fun Time

She found him standing alone at the bar, dark suit open at the collar, watching the way the candlelight slid over his wrist as he turned the glass. Two words from her mouth and he followed without question. The elevator ride went up too slow. By the time the doors shut, his hands were already in her hair, hers on his belt, both of them breathing like people who'd been holding it in for hours. Her back hit the wall, his thigh pushed between hers, the hard edge of him grinding against the thin silk of her skirt. She rocked once, slow, enough to feel him thicken, and caught the low sound he made between her teeth. Inside the room he didn't wait. She bent over the desk at his words, palms flat, ass up. He shoved the hem higher until lace showed and lace stayed. Fingers curled in the thin fabric. She heard it tear. He was in her with one deep thrust, hand splayed across her lower back, the other gripping her shoulder to keep her right there. Every push came with a slap of skin, the desk biting the tops of her thighs. His breathing got rough; hers broke each time he bottomed out. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. One hand left her, came back slick against her clit, hard circles until her knees buckled and she soaked him. He fucked her through it, still talking low, filthy, telling her how tight she stayed even when she tried to milk him dry. When he came, he pinned her hips so nothing spilled, pulse after pulse, deep as he could reach, before he dragged his thumb through the mess and pressed it to her mouth so she could taste both of them at once. She stayed bent over for another second, skin hot, legs shaking, the city lights flickering under them like they'd seen it all before.