Look At Me Closer

Chanel Preston stretched out across her desk like she owned the moment. Papers scattered. Her short skirt rode high. No panties. She smiled at the guy hunched over her ledger and let her legs fall open just enough to catch his eye. "Come on," she said. "You’ve been staring at numbers all day. Take a break. Let me show you what a real spreadsheet looks like." She traced a finger up her thigh, hips rolling slow and lazy. He swallowed. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his. He froze for half a second, still holding the pen, but when her tongue slipped past his teeth he dropped it. She tasted like trouble and he knew he’d lose. Next thing she felt that thick black cock push into her—slow at first, then harder, driving her spine against the desk. Exactly how she wanted. Every inch buried deep, heavy, and she was grinning like the cat that got the cream.