Another Day at the Office

She walks in wearing that skirt like trouble on legs. Bobbi shuts the door behind her, stockings whispering against her thighs, eyes already telling him how this plays out. He sits behind the desk, hands folded, all corporate bullshit and no give. She bends over anyway, shows him exactly what he could be having. He shakes his head. She smiles like she’s deciding how hard he’ll regret it. Her tongue hits first, slow circles around the tight ring of his asshole, hands spreading him open until he stops pretending he doesn’t want it. Then she straps the harness on. The dick on a stick slides in rough, no warm-up, no mercy. Every thrust pins him forward, his own cock ignored, twitching against the wood. When he’s open and shaking she switches, climbs the desk, guides his face between her thighs until her pussy creams down his chin. She comes hard, pulls away before he can finish, leaves him wrecked and empty, ass throbbing around nothing and the taste of her still on his tongue.