Best secretary - part I.

Filing my nails doesn't get me half as turned on as helping my boss unwind. I rub his shoulders and neck, working out the knots, and when he grabs my hand mid-rub, pulls me around, locks eyes with me and says 'I've got other needs tonight', I know I'm about to get bent over something expensive. He shoves the laptop aside, hikes my skirt up, and pulls my thong down just far enough. I'm already wet by the time his belt hits the floor. He fucks me right there on the desk, one hand clamped over my mouth so nobody hears me moan his name. I leave with his cum running down my thigh and a grin I can't wipe off.