Strictly Professional

Cali’s not looking for love, but she wouldn’t mind getting down to business with someone who understands that her career comes first and she comes every time after that. She sinks onto her knees in front of Mick, her hands already working open his fly. She pulls him free, warm breath skating across his balls before her tongue follows. She licks, then sucks, drawing each one into her mouth while her fingers stroke the length of him. Spit shines on his skin. Mick’s fingers slide into her hair, guiding her deeper when she takes him into her throat. She gags once, pulls back, and does it again. When he’s throbbing and wet she stands, turns, and bends over the arm of the couch. Mick spreads her cheeks, thumb pressing against her tight hole. He works the pad of his finger in slow circles, then slips it past the ring of muscle. Cali pushes back, breathing hard. He adds a second finger and fucks her ass with short, steady strokes while she reaches between her own legs and rubs her clit. The room fills with the wet sound of his fingers and her low, steady moans. He keeps going until her thighs shake, then pulls his hand away and lines up. He pushes inside her cunt in one smooth thrust and starts to fuck her deep. Every stroke nudges his balls against her. She reaches back, cups them, rolls them gently while he drives into her. The rhythm stays slow, deliberate, until the pressure builds and she comes hard around him. He follows seconds later, hips stuttering as he empties himself deep inside her.