Fantasy Girl

Kelly's eyes lock onto Todd the second he walks through her door. He’s got that look—frustrated but still trying to play nice. She doesn’t care. She knows exactly why she keeps dragging him back here. It isn’t about algorithms or forms anymore. It’s about her. She fires off question after question, pretending it’s business. Favorite color turns into turn-ons in two minutes flat. Todd blushes, answers anyway, thinking she’s just thorough. Kelly’s already soaked, picturing his hands on her instead of a pen. When she lifts the camera, she doesn’t even pretend to send the shots anywhere. She saves them for herself, thumb hovering over every frame of him. Now he’s pissed, arms crossed, demanding his match. She spins a story, painting the girl in soft blonde strokes, big tits, filthy habits—everything she is. Todd still doesn’t get it. He wants a phone number. She stalls. He threatens to leave. Cornered, she drops the act. “It’s me. I’m your match.” Todd explodes. Kelly meets him chest to chest, voice steady, body hotter. She steps close, hand sliding down his fly while she whispers every dirty thing he confessed on those forms. His jaw clenches, but his cock’s already thickening under her palm. She drops to her knees, lips wrapping around him slow and greedy, eyes daring him to stop her. He doesn’t. He grips her hair, hips twitching, letting her mouth work every inch she can take. She stands, turns, hikes her skirt. Two fingers sink straight into her dripping pussy, then slide straight between his lips so he tastes exactly what he’s doing to her. He sucks them clean, then spins her around, bending her over the desk. She moans loud as his cock drives in, tits pressed flat, blonde hair falling across her face. Every thrust slams her harder. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, begging him to fuck her like the dirty match she really is. Todd’s done pretending he doesn’t want this. He pulls out, flips her, and shoves back between her lips again, tasting her pussy all over his shaft while she swallows him deeper, moaning around every inch. Blonde hair tangled, big tits bouncing, she smiles up at him with spit-slick lips like she’s won exactly what she came for.