Homewrecking Wedding Planner - Tiffany Watson

Tiffany lives for this moment. A fiancee out of the picture. An empty chair at her desk. Glenn shows up alone and she smells blood. She calls his girl a stuck-up prude and watches the words land. He shifts in his seat, hard already, and she smiles. She knows what he is—weak for a woman who takes charge. She orders him to strip, tells him to crawl, makes him admit he likes it. When she peels the skirt up and backs onto his face, her waxed cheeks smother him. His tongue works because she demands it. She lifts off only to shove her bare foot to his mouth, toes spreading so he can suck each one. The beard scratches her skin while his cock strains untouched. Later, she pushes him flat on the carpet and sinks down on his cut dick, riding slow and deep, owning every thrust. He gives up on the wedding, on the ring, on anything but the wet heat gripping him. She grinds until he’s shaking. She comes loud, uses him like a toy, then leaves him wrecked and leaking on the floor. Tiffany always gets what she wants. Always.