Lights ON Lights OFF 1

The meeting's over, but the real shit starts now. Shalina's still reeling when Brad kills the lights like it's nothing - cool little bastard. Two can play that game, and she's about to show him exactly how dirty she plays it. Her hands find him in the dark, fingers wrapping around his thick cock through his pants, feeling it jerk and swell under her touch. "Lights out, huh? That's cute." She drops to her knees, unzips him fast, and takes his whole length down her throat in one wet swallow. Brad grunts, hands fisting her hair, and Shalina moans around him, spit dripping down her chin. She works him hard - sloppy, hungry - tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, letting the whole length slide back and forth across her slick tongue. Her panties are soaked through, pussy throbbing like a second heartbeat. Brad groans loud enough for the hallway to hear. She pulls off with a wet pop, jerks his cock against her lips, strings of spit connecting them. "You started it," she whispers, voice husky. Then she takes him deep again, gagging but not stopping, mascara already running. Brad pumps his hips, fucking her face in the dark, the wet sounds filthy in the quiet room. Every thrust hits the back of her throat. He swells, balls tight, and Shalina feels it coming - she swallows every hot pulse, tongue working him clean, greedy for every drop. When it's over, she stands up, licks her lips, and walks out first, hips swinging. "Next time, leave the lights on. I want to watch you lose it."