Corporate America

Tyler Knight walks in all jacked up from a nightmare of a day. Presley Dawson clocks him immediately—tall brunette, long legs, perky natural tits, and just enough ink to keep things interesting. She doesn’t waste a second. Tyler’s hands are on that ass the moment he can reach it, lips dragging across her neck while she pops his pants open and drops. In the shower she lathers up his balls and keeps her tongue working the head of his cock, then spins him around and presses those wet tits into his back so she can grind them all over him. They make out under the spray, her body slick, his cock sliding between her cheeks while he strokes it up and down. She takes her time back on her knees—slow, wet, tongue piercing gliding along every inch until he’s pulsing. Smart girl pulls him out to the table before he blows. Nuru oil everywhere, her tits and smooth pussy gliding across his skin, finishing the job in a sloppy sixty-nine with her mouth sealed around him till he loses it.