Big Tit Office Chicks - Lily Lane & Patrick Delphia

Lily's chair squeaks when she leans back, boots kicked up, skirt hiked just enough to show the tramp-stamp that creeps down her spine. Ink everywhere, attitude thick as her thighs. Patrick shuffles up with a clipboard like it gives him authority. She watches his eyes fail at not looking down her shirt. "Yeah, yeah, report's due," she says, stretching so her tits strain the buttons. "But first, close that door." He does. He's already half hard. She pops one button, then another. Heavy tits spill free, pale, pierced nipples hard enough to cut glass. Patrick's mouth goes slack. She's amused. "You gonna stand there staring like a virgin," she asks, "or come find out what they taste like?" One heel finds his crotch, gives it a testing press. He whimpers, her new favorite sound. Lily stands slow, tits bouncing with every shift. She shoves him back into his own chair, climbs on top, straddling. Patrick feels every inch of her through those ridiculous slacks. She grabs his tie, pulls him close. "Hands behind your head. You're done giving orders. Just lick." His tongue finds her left nipple; she sighs like she just won a bet. "Good little bitch boy." She grinds down harder, wet heat soaking through to his zipper. Each roll of her hips says the report can fucking wait.