Executive Decision

Codey made the call without her. Jewelz watched him seal the deal and her pulse hit the red line. She was still burning when he backed her against the desk and ripped her blouse open. Lace underneath. She always wore it. The real surprise sat snug in her ass, a jeweled plug winking when he spun her around. He tore the thong aside, yanked the plug free, and pushed her face into his crotch. His cock slapped against her lips, already thick. She swallowed it, drooling down the shaft until spit coated his balls. He bent her over the table, sank into her cunt first—quick, hard strokes—then pulled out and drove straight into her ass. Jewelz clawed the wood. Each thrust knocked the breath out of her. He pulled free, fed the slick cock back to her mouth, let her taste her own hole, then buried it again. She came the second time with her eyes rolled white and spit running down her chin. On her back now, wrists knotted behind her, legs spread wide, the Hitachi crushed against her clit. Codey fed his dick into her ass slow, then brutal, edging her until every muscle shook. He slapped her tits, wrapped fingers around her throat, whispered what a filthy partner she was. When she finally begged, he held her on the brink one beat longer, then let the toy finish her. Her whole body locked, cunt pulsing around nothing while her ass clenched his shaft. He flipped onto his back, hauled her on top, and she sank straight down, taking every inch up the ass. Her tied arms quivered behind her. Codey gripped her hips and pumped until he emptied deep inside, hot and thick, cum leaking out around his cock when he finally pulled free.