Office Boy: Cherry Torn's New Stupid Beefy Boy Toy

Draven Navarro strides in like fresh meat on a platter. Wants the job, starts listing skills. Cherry Torn sees right through him—another desperate slab of muscle who’ll kneel for a smile. She orders him to strip. Runs her hands over his chest, gives his nipples a vicious twist. He groans. Todd knew exactly what he was sending her. "Get on your knees," she says. Draven drops and tongues her heels without a word. She peels the shoes off and stuffs her stockinged feet down his throat until he chokes. Then she hauls him over her lap and beats his ass red, his feet kicking while she lands every slap. Rope next. She crops his chest, his thighs, his tight bubble butt while he moans through clenched teeth. When he’s shaking she pushes her cock into him, slow and steady, listening to him thank her with every thrust. She uses him until she’s satisfied, then straps him into leather and pins a zipper down his front. She rides his face hard, cums loud, then sinks onto his cock. Every time he bucks she laughs. He fights to stay still while she grinds down on him, shaking, edging closer, until she rips the zipper off his skin in one vicious pull. He howls. She keeps him right on the brink, pulling off every time he gets close, until finally she lets him spill and forces the load into his mouth. Then she steps over him, picks up her pen, and goes back to work.