Treatment Methods

Jennifer arrives in his office just after five, heels clicking on the wood floor. She slips her blazer off slow, lets it drop, and turns. His eyes catch on the see-through black lace over full tits, the dark bush showing through the sheer panties. She steps close, takes his hand, and sets it on her waist. "Sit," she says. He drops into the leather chair. She kneels between his knees, unbuckles him, and pulls his cock free. Her mouth opens wet and warm, tongue flat under the head, then she takes him deep, nose brushing his stomach. Spit slides down his shaft and drips onto her tits. He hardens quick. She stands, turns, bends over the desk, and reaches back to spread herself. Her fingers slick her asshole with spit. He lines up, pushes in, and she pushes back until he bottoms out. Slow strokes turn deeper. Every few thrusts he slips free, she spins, licks him clean, then turns again. Her bush grazes his thigh every time she bends. Sweat beads on her lower back. He grips her hips, fucks harder. When he groans she pulls off, drops to her knees, and swallows him whole again, tasting herself on his skin. She looks up, eyes wet, and keeps going till he finishes down her throat. She swallows, wipes her mouth, and stands like nothing happened.