Office Grind

Liv shows up in heels that click against the floor and a skirt cut too high. She brings Mick his coffee but sets it down with a little attitude, waiting. He watches her turn away, eyes on the curve of her ass. His hand finds it before the coffee gets cold. Two fingers push her skirt higher and slip beneath the thin strip of fabric. She stays still while one finger works past the tight ring of muscle, slow, deliberate, until she’s rocking back onto it. The other hand cups his balls, warm and heavy, and her mouth finds them. She sucks one, then the other, tongue tracing the seam, lips pulling gently until his cock lies thick against her cheek. She takes him deep, throat opening on each stroke, spit sliding down to her fist. Mick grips her hair and feeds her more, steady, unhurried, until his load pulses across her tongue. She swallows while his finger stays inside her, working that last tremor loose.