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London's bent over her W-2s when Cali's phone won't quit. It's the same bullshit, five new texts from her lying-ass boyfriend. She's had it. Eyes lock on London, and she slides those papers right off the desk like they don't exist. 'You know what? Fuck this guy.' Cali's already unbuttoning. 'You want to get off, accountant? Right now. I get payback, you finally touch some pussy instead of those spreadsheets.' London barely catches his breath before she's bent him over the desk, skirt hiked, panties shoved aside. Her mouth's on his cock fast, sloppy, wet as sin, that cheating text still glowing on the screen next to his trembling hand. She stands, yanks him by the belt, impales herself on his dick without asking. Tight, dripping, she rides like it's revenge. Desk creaks, staplers fall. She's loud, and London isn't exactly quiet either, cock buried to the balls while she bounces like it's the only language that makes sense. She cums gripping his tie like a leash. London finishes with her tits in his mouth, her phone finally silent on the floor, payback complete.
London's bent over her W-2s when Cali's phone won't quit. It's the same bullshit, five new texts from her lying-ass boyfriend. She's had it. Eyes lock on London, and she slides those papers right off the desk like they don't exist. 'You know what? Fuck this guy.' Cali's already unbuttoning. 'You want to get off, accountant? Right now. I get payback, you finally touch some pussy instead of those spreadsheets.' London barely catches his breath before she's bent him over the desk, skirt hiked, panties shoved aside. Her mouth's on his cock fast, sloppy, wet as sin, that cheating text still glowing on the screen next to his trembling hand. She stands, yanks him by the belt, impales herself on his dick without asking. Tight, dripping, she rides like it's revenge. Desk creaks, staplers fall. She's loud, and London isn't exactly quiet either, cock buried to the balls while she bounces like it's the only language that makes sense. She cums gripping his tie like a leash. London finishes with her tits in his mouth, her phone finally silent on the floor, payback complete.
