The Seductress #03

Shannon the DA attorney met Michael downtown, trading case dirt like currency. She knew every weakness in his trial schedule, he knew which of her witnesses would flip. Talk moved fast. So did her pulse. They slipped into the back office, door locked, lights low. He spread her across the desk, tongue pressed to her wet pussy. She tasted sweet and dangerous, legs shaking as he worked her open with slow deliberate licks that turned rough when she begged. Her thighs tightened around his face and she came hard, breath breaking into pieces. She needed more. On her knees she took his thick cock into her mouth, tongue tracing the vein along the shaft, spit running down. She sucked until he glistened, throat opening around the head. Then he grabbed her hips, bent her forward and drove inside her in one deep thrust. The desk shook. Her body stretched around him, wet and tight, each stroke hitting the spot that made her moan his name like it was evidence she couldn't hide.