Don't Disrespect the Boss

Octavia Red lands the interview of her life with Tommy Pistol, but one question too many about dirty money sets him off. He tells her to stand up and get naked. She freezes. Then she does it, hands shaking while her big tits catch the light. Tommy grins, unbuckles his belt, and feeds the shaking blonde his thick cock until her lipstick smears across the shaft and her throat makes wet, helpless sounds. He bends her over the desk, spreads her cheeks, and drags his tongue through her ass, licking slow and dirty, checking every hidden inch. No wire. No lies. He straightens, wipes his beard on the back of his hand, then ties her wrists to the arms of the chair so her legs stay wide. He drops between her thighs, sucks her clit hard, and lectures her between strokes of his tongue—every word rough, every lick deliberate. When he stands, he slides inside her in one deep thrust. The chair rocks. He slaps her ass, pins her open, fucks her until her moans break. Then he pulls out, shoves back into her throat, and makes her gag on her own taste. He unties her just to flip her around, face pressed to the seat, ass high. He fucks her mouth from the front, beard brushing her forehead, then moves behind her and drives back into her soaked cunt. Slow at first, then hard, until Octavia’s voice is nothing but ragged whimpers. Only after she’s shaking and soaked does Tommy finally let go, filling her while she clings to the chair like it’s the only thing keeping her upright.