The Extra Mile 3

Hazel storms into the office and stands there, legs apart, fists on her hips. Mick looks up from his desk. Her skirt is tight, her blouse already half-open. He sighs, leans back, spreads his thighs. She steps between them and drops straight to her knees. She frees his cock, holds it steady, and sinks down until her nose brushes his stomach. She holds the deepthroat, throat working around him, then pulls off only to go deeper on the next stroke. Spit coats her chin and his balls. Mick reaches down, gathers her hair in one fist, and starts to fuck her face in slow, deliberate strokes. When he pulls her up, she turns, plants her hands on the desk, and pushes her ass back. He tugs her panties aside, wets two fingers, and works them straight into her ass. She breathes through it, pushing back until both fingers are buried. He keeps them moving, stretching her, while she reaches back to spread herself wider. He swaps fingers for cock without warning. One long, steady push and he’s inside. He fucks her ass with the same measured rhythm he used in her throat, every stroke dragging wet, filthy sounds out of her. When he’s ready, he pulls free, spins her around, and feeds his cock back into her mouth. She takes him to the root again, tasting herself. He holds her there, cock pulsing, and empties straight down her throat. She swallows every drop, lips sealed until he’s finished.