Ruthless

Lily sits across the desk, legs crossed, eyes on Manuel. She answers every question without breaking that sweet smile, yet her fingers keep playing at the hem of her skirt. She leans forward, lets the fabric slip higher. Manuel’s voice dips. Lily slides off the chair, kneels between his knees, and works his cock free. Her mouth opens wide, lips sealing around the head. She takes him deep, throat stretching, then pulls back only to push deeper on the next stroke. Spit coats his shaft, drips onto her chin, and she swallows him again without pause. Manuel groans. Lily stands, turns, hikes her skirt, and backs onto him until his cock sinks into her ass. She rides slow, savoring every inch. When she slips off, she drops to her knees, wraps her lips around him again, tasting every inch of herself on his skin. He grips her hair, fucks into her mouth until he spills hot and thick across her tongue. Lily swallows, licks the last drops from the tip, then rises, smoothing her skirt like nothing happened.