Mean Loan Officer - Ana Foxxx

Ana Foxxx owns every inch of her loan officer desk and she knows it. She spots Eriq the second he steps in—nervous, broke, already sweating. She smiles like a wolf, tells him to drop to his knees and crawl across that carpet like the begging dog he is. He does it without a word, crawling in a straight line until he’s under her boot heels. She laughs, low and nasty, while he kisses the black leather like it might pay his bills. She crosses her legs, blonde hair swinging, then shoves that same boot between his legs and grinds down until he groans. Boots off, she plants her bare foot on his mouth and watches him lick between her toes like rent is due. Eriq is panting when she stands, hikes her skirt, and drops her ass straight onto his face, smothering every breath until his tongue works in frantic circles. She rocks, slow and mean, grinding harder when his moans get wet. When she leans forward and takes his cock in her mouth, it’s not mercy—it’s another leash. She sucks deep, cheeks hollow, never stopping the slow circle of her hips until his whole body jerks and he shoots down her throat. She swallows, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and tells him the loan still needs another favor. He’s already nodding.