Work Load

Capri’s stuck on another Saturday call with her boss and it’s pissing you off. You drop to your knees under the desk and start working her feet—thumbs digging in, fingers sliding between her toes. She tries to keep her voice steady, but her heel is already pressing down on the growing bulge in your pants. Pretty soon that foot’s stroking you through the fabric while two of her fingers disappear between her wet lips, pumping slow and slick. The second the call ends she’s off the chair and on her knees, sucking you deep without a word. Spit drips down her chin as she takes you to the back of her throat like it’s her real job. Then she climbs on, straddles your lap and sinks down in one smooth drop, riding you hard in cowgirl—tits bouncing, pussy gripping. She spins around for reverse, ass slapping against you, watching over her shoulder with that wicked smirk. The desk looks way more fun, so she bends over it, and you pound her doggy until her knees shake. You flip her onto her back for missionary, legs hooked over your arms, driving in so deep her toes curl. When you’re ready to blow you pull out and she grabs your cock, rubbing the head right on her swollen clit until you paint her fingers. She licks every drop off like it’s candy and goes right back for more, eyes hungry. Work? Completely fucking forgotten.