Ryan Connor is looking to burn off some extra calories by fucking

Derrick just got the big promotion. Figures he'd be riding high but too fucking dumb to catch Ryan throwing herself at him. She gave him all the hints and he didn't bite. Fine. Time to stop hinting. She drops to her knees under his desk like she owns the place, yanks his zipper down, and swallows his cock before he can pretend to be professional. He's thick, tastes good, and she takes him down slow, letting her throat squeeze tight while her hand works the base. Derrick finally gets the memo and grabs her hair, but she's already climbing up, pushing him back into his fancy leather chair. Skirt hiked, panties gone somewhere, she sinks down on him raw. Her pussy grips him wet and hot, ass cheeks bouncing every time she slams down. Derrick grunts and meets her halfway, driving up deep enough she feels it in her guts. She rides him like a horny kid who found dad's sports car keys. No stopping now, not until she's milked every drop and left a sticky trail across that expensive upholstery.