Alyssa Lynn

Alyssa Lynn handles Lex's books for years now, but today the books can wait. She's watched his 11-inch BBC bulge in his pants for too damn long. Lex usually breezes in all grins, yet today he slumps into her office looking wrecked. Alyssa doesn't miss a beat—those old marriage woes finally cracked the door wide open. She crosses the room, drops to her knees, and goes to work like it's payday. Lex doesn't hold back. He fists her hair, shoves that monster straight down her throat, and skull-fucks her till spit strings drip off her chin. When he pulls out, he yanks her up, bends her over the desk, and slams every inch into her slick, clutching cunt. Alyssa howls, nails digging into wood, cunt stretched raw around his thick shaft. He pounds until his balls slap heavy, then spins her around for the finish. Thick ropes of cum blast across her face—cheeks, lips, lashes—painting her like a cheap whore at closing time. Numbers will wait. Alyssa licks what she can reach and grins, already wondering when Lex will book his next "appointment."