Reporter Candy Alex fucks her interviewee

Valentino runs his eyes up Candy Alex like he's already tasting her. "Damn, reporter girl, you're the hottest thing to walk into this room in years. That body, that face—fuckin' lethal." Candy swallows, smirks, and flips her notebook open. "Valentino, let's start easy: describe your cock to our readers." He grins, stands, shoves his sweats down. Eight thick inches bob free, fat head shining. "See for yourself, sweetheart." Candy drops the pad. She wraps her hand around the shaft, feels it pulse, and sinks to her knees. "Mmm, so heavy." She licks a stripe from balls to tip, sucking the crown while Valentino threads fingers through her hair. "Good girl," he groans. "Now climb on." She shimmies out of her skirt, yanks her thong aside, and straddles his lap on the interview couch. He guides that fat dick into her wet pussy inch by inch until her ass meets his thighs. Candy moans, rocks her hips, and bounces. Wet slaps fill the room. Valentino palms her tits, bites a nipple through silk, fucks up into her. "Look at you, dripping all over the star of the show." Candy gasps, nails raking his shoulders. "Harder—right there—don’t stop." He stands, lifts her, slams her back against the wall. Her legs clamp around him. One deep thrust after another knocks sharp cries from her throat. Come leaks down his balls and her thighs. He bites her neck, fills her with hot spurts, and Candy’s pussy clenches so tight she nearly knocks them both over. They slide down the wall, still joined, panting and laughing.