Wet Nurse - Part 4

Office is empty. Most folks are gone, but not these two. She looks slutty even when she means to play it straight—tight top, white skirt riding up those thighs. The minute the door clicks, she's on him. His cock's already thick and throbbing by the time it pushes up her skirt, sliding into her wet cunt like it belongs there. She grabs the edge of his desk, knuckles going white, and he slams in deep, not nice, not gentle. Every thrust knocks her forward and makes her breath catch, that hot, filthy rhythm filling the quiet room. When his fingers dig into her hips, she doesn't complain; she just pushes back, taking every inch like she's starved for it. The desk creaks and neither of them gives a fuck. She gets louder, filthier, begging for more. He finishes buried to the hilt, hot and dripping inside her. She stays bent over the desk, skirt hiked up, feeling his load drip out onto the polished wood, not even bothering to stand straight yet.