No More Paperwork

Sata Jones sits at her desk, papers scattered everywhere, eyes glued to the stack. She’s trying to stay locked in, but she can feel Raul Costa on the couch behind her, and it’s messing with her focus. She pushes the chair back, stands up, and walks straight over to him. Clothes hit the floor fast—she strips down to this see-through little lingerie that barely hides anything, tits out and skin on full display. She drops to her knees, grabs his dick through his pants, pulls it out, and wraps her lips around it, sucking hard and fast like she’s been waiting for it all day.