The Secretary - Part 3

Alexandra Silk kneels under Tyce Bune's desk and swallows his cock in one smooth motion, her skirt already pushed to her hips so her thong shows like a dirty secret. She works him wet and greedy, sloppy noises filling the quiet office while spit runs down his shaft and coats her fingers. Tyce grips the armrests, jaw tight, watching the door like he half-wants to get caught. Every time the head of his dick slides into her throat, she hums around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. She pulls off long enough to whisper that he needs to be loose for the meeting, then stuffs him right back between her lips, sucking harder and stroking what doesn't fit. His balls are already tight against her chin when she reaches up, cups them, rolls them, and deepthroats again. Tyce curses under his breath, fingers in her hair, and shoots hot down her throat in thick pulses that she swallows without missing a drop. She licks him clean, pats his thigh, and stands, smoothing her skirt just as the intercom buzzes. "Meeting in five," the voice says. Tyce exhales, smirk crooked, cock still twitching against his zipper. Alexandra flashes a quick, filthy smile, lipstick barely smudged, then heads out like nothing happened.