Sandy's Busty Assistant

Bridgette catches eyes with Mr. Jones and doesn’t wait for the ask. Her full breasts strain against her blouse as she leans over the desk, tells him she’ll fill in since Sandy can’t. A second later her skirt’s hiked and her thong is on the floor. She takes his cock in her hand, pumps it twice, then bends forward so he can slam in without preamble. Her pussy grips him tight, slick and hot, and each thrust makes her moan loud, encouraging more. Jones slaps her ass, grabs her hips, and drives harder. She twists around, climbs onto the desk, spreads wide, and pulls him inside her again, grinding deep until his balls slap her ass. He switches her to her knees, fucks her face until drool trails down her chin, then flips her back and pounds into her soaked cunt until she cums hard, clenching around him. When he pulls out and strokes, Bridgette opens her mouth wide, takes every drop across her tongue and tits, swallows with a grin, and already reaches for his half-hard dick again.