Anna Mills and shy love

Shy Love runs the place with a hard stare and a firmer hand. Anna Mills steps in, heels clicking, already sweating. One look says she’s short on the numbers and long on excuses. Shy locks the door, peels off her jacket, and starts her audit the way she likes: up close. Anna’s blouse comes open. Shy’s palm cracks across each breast until the skin blooms red and Anna bites her lip to stay quiet. Ordered to the floor, Anna crawls, skirt shoved up, while Shy’s foot presses her mouth down to polished leather. Tongue meets sole, then heel, worship turning wet and frantic. The crop whistles next. Thin lines stripe Anna’s ass and thighs, every strike pushing her hips higher. Shy bends her over the desk, cold lube slicking tight muscle, and works a thick plug past the ring until it sits snug. Anna shudders, breath fogging the wood. Then the weight shifts. Shy straddles her face, grinding down until Anna’s tongue is buried and her lungs burn for air. When the strap-on comes out, Anna is already dripping. Shy takes her in one slow thrust, hips slapping, fingers twisted in blond hair, fucking her until the plug shifts with every stroke and Anna’s moans turn to begging. The last slap lands with the dildo still buried, and Anna stays bent, shaking, while Shy zips up like nothing ever happened.