Pool Break

Vanessa has work to finish but she keeps glancing over at Oliver. He’s at his desk, shirt half open, sleeves rolled up. She slides off the chair and walks over, drops to her knees between his legs without saying a word. His zipper comes down, her mouth takes over. Slow, wet, steady. He leans back. The laptop is still open but neither of them looks at it now. She stands, turns, bends over the desk. He runs a hand across her ass, squeezes, then slips a finger between her cheeks. He works it in, patient, stretching her open while she pushes back into his hand. When he’s sure she’s ready he stands, presses the head of his cock against her and pushes inside. Her breath catches but she stays still, taking it all the way. He fucks her like that for a while, deep and deliberate, then pulls out, guides her back to her knees. She takes him straight from her ass into her mouth, tongue working without hesitation. He lets her do it until he can’t hold off, then bends her over again, drives in, and finishes inside her. When he slides out the cum follows, dripping down the inside of her thigh. She stays bent over the desk, breathing hard, while he runs a thumb through the mess he left.