Christie's Best Anniversary Ever

Christie was leaning on the wall waiting for her husband when his assistant showed up looking nervous. Sorry, he said, your husband's stuck at the airport. Her smirk didn't even twitch. Another dick walking around—already hard inside his slacks from catching a glimpse of her outfit. She decided right then and there she was getting her mouth on it. She stepped close, ran a finger down his tie, told him he should probably come up to the office so they could sort the schedule in person. Once the door clicked behind them she dropped straight to her knees, yanked his zipper open, and pulled out his cock like it was already hers. Her tongue flicked the tip, teasing, then she slid her lips all the way down until her nose pressed against his stomach. She held him deep, throat pulsing around his shaft, eyes watering with pleasure. Every bob of her head was slow, filthy, determined—wet sounds filling the room as she made herself useful while her husband flew home none the wiser.