shy love and Frank Stone

Frank Stone pushed it too far, chatting up the girls at their desks until his boss walked in. Shy Love shuts the door behind her, peels off her jacket, and shows him what real harassment looks like. She bends the guy over his own keyboard, ties his wrists with his tie, and starts with the flogger. Each strike lands heavy, turning pale skin red while he strains against the knots. She frees his dick, strokes once, twice, and shoves it down her throat without a single word of mercy. Frank groans, hips jerking, but Shy’s already climbing over him, mouth hovering over his cock as her wet cunt lowers onto his face. They lock into a tight sixty-nine, her lips sliding up and down his shaft while her tongue works every inch. When she’s dripping, she flips him, straps on, and drives into him hard. Her hips slam, filling him deep, shredding every last excuse he ever had. He moans into the desk, body shaking, and Shy just keeps going until the only thing left is the sound of skin hitting skin and the slick slap of her toy claiming his ass. Whether he’ll think twice before hitting on another coworker is anybody’s guess.