Fucking for Promotion

Suzie Moss knows the shortcut. She walks in wearing that tight skirt and nothing on underneath, then drops to her knees the second the door clicks shut. Mouth open, eyes up, she takes him deep until spit runs down her chin and drips onto the carpet. When he’s rock-hard she bends over his desk and lets him slam every inch into her. He pulls out at the end and shoots all over her pretty face, thick ropes landing across her tongue and cheeks. She licks what she can reach, wipes the rest with her fingers, and walks out smiling like she already owns the corner office.