Big Tit Office Chicks - Danica Dillon & Eric Masterson

Eric's chilling on a pallet jack in the back corner, half-drunk bottle of Gatorade in his fist. Danica swings through the door and sees the order still sitting there—zip, zilch, fuck all. She's cooked. Shift ends soon, everything's her ass on the line. She spots him first, chest out, tee riding up that happy trail, and clocks exactly how she's gonna play it. 'Hey. Order's late. Can't do it alone. Need you to clock back in.' He smirks, takes another swig like he's got all day. She steps in closer, voice dropping. 'Look, just... help me finish and I'll make it worth your while.' He sets the bottle down slow. 'Worth how?' She answers by dropping to her knees on the concrete, yanks his zipper down, hauls his cock out and gets her mouth on him—sloppy, greedy, zero buildup. He groans, hands in her hair, hips already rolling while the fluorescent lights buzz overhead. She works him fast, spit running down his shaft, balls brushing her chin, until he's breathing like he just ran a forklift. He pulls her up by the shirt, spins her around, bends her over a stack of boxes. Shorts around her knees, panties stretched to one side, he pushes in raw, fucks her hard and steady like he's trying to break the pallet beneath them. She reaches back, grabs his ass, makes sure he knows not to stop. He reaches around, fingers on her clit in rough circles until she's cursing, shaking, clenching around him. He finishes with a grunt, thick and deep, leaving her dripping when he slides out. She straightens her clothes, points at the order on the dock. 'So... we good?' He zips up, grins, shakes his head. 'Yeah, we good. Let's finish it.'