Emma Evans—tiny, nineteen, face soft as a peach—held the lobby door for Raul Costa. Her cheap black pencil skirt caught on the swell of her hips when she climbed the stairs ahead of him, cotton panties flashing pink for a heartbeat at each step. Ara Mix was booked solid, but Raul said the deal died unless he spoke with the CEO right now. Ara opened her office in nothing but an ivory silk blouse open down the front and heels. One glance at Emma flushed behind him and a smile cut across her lips. She pushed Raul back onto the leather sofa, kissed him hard, then curled a hand in Emma’s hair and dragged her down between Raul’s spread knees. Emma’s lips stretched, choked, went deeper until her eyes watered and spit spilled over his heavy shaft. Ara pressed her secretary’s face until Emma’s nose mashed to his groin, then lifted her by the chin and bent her over the desk. Shoes still on, Ara lifted one heel and tapped her painted toes against Emma’s tongue; Emma licked each glistening nail before Ara straddled her mouth. The slick, greedy sounds of Emma eating wet pussy filled the room while Raul pushed inside her from behind. He fucked her in short, brutal strokes that smacked skin. Ara grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him in to taste herself on his tongue, then shoved him flat so Emma could climb on top. Emma rode hard, little tits bouncing, until Ara stepped onto the desk and fed both toes back into her mouth. Raul stood behind Emma, slammed deep, pulled out glossy with her cream, and let Ara lick him clean between thrusts. When he pulled free he painted Emma’s open mouth and Ara’s arched feet, thick white ropes that clung to lashes, lips, and red lacquered nails.
Emma Evans—tiny, nineteen, face soft as a peach—held the lobby door for Raul Costa. Her cheap black pencil skirt caught on the swell of her hips when she climbed the stairs ahead of him, cotton panties flashing pink for a heartbeat at each step. Ara Mix was booked solid, but Raul said the deal died unless he spoke with the CEO right now. Ara opened her office in nothing but an ivory silk blouse open down the front and heels. One glance at Emma flushed behind him and a smile cut across her lips. She pushed Raul back onto the leather sofa, kissed him hard, then curled a hand in Emma’s hair and dragged her down between Raul’s spread knees. Emma’s lips stretched, choked, went deeper until her eyes watered and spit spilled over his heavy shaft. Ara pressed her secretary’s face until Emma’s nose mashed to his groin, then lifted her by the chin and bent her over the desk. Shoes still on, Ara lifted one heel and tapped her painted toes against Emma’s tongue; Emma licked each glistening nail before Ara straddled her mouth. The slick, greedy sounds of Emma eating wet pussy filled the room while Raul pushed inside her from behind. He fucked her in short, brutal strokes that smacked skin. Ara grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him in to taste herself on his tongue, then shoved him flat so Emma could climb on top. Emma rode hard, little tits bouncing, until Ara stepped onto the desk and fed both toes back into her mouth. Raul stood behind Emma, slammed deep, pulled out glossy with her cream, and let Ara lick him clean between thrusts. When he pulled free he painted Emma’s open mouth and Ara’s arched feet, thick white ropes that clung to lashes, lips, and red lacquered nails.
