Big Tit Office Chicks - Sarah Vandella & Mr. Pete

Mr. Pete's face falls slack as he watches the crew haul out his filing cabinets. Anne is already kneeling between his legs, skirt hiked past the tops of her stockings. She pulls his dick out like she’s unwrapping a dinner roll and slides the whole length down her throat in one smooth gulp. Pete grunts, thighs flexing against the leather. Every hard swallow sends tight, wet heat rippling up his shaft, spit running over his balls. She cups both heavy nuts, gently squeezing like she’s weighing them, then pops off with a messy suck and drags her tongue around the ridge. “All yours,” she says, voice wrecked. Pete grips her hair, thrusts once, twice, hips snapping hard as she chokes and gags but doesn’t pull back. Cum pulses thick and fast down her throat; Anne swallows in rhythm, throat working like she’s drinking beer straight from the tap. She leans in again, lips stretched shiny, cleaning up the last spurts with the flat of her tongue.