Boss's Office Ruined: Crystal Greenvelle's Wet Submission to His Cock

The mahogany desk was slick with sweat and spilled scotch as Crystal, her blonde hair a wild halo around her flushed face, braced herself. Her boss, Marcus, a beast in a tailored suit, gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above her panties. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with her musky arousal—a heady mix of vanilla and pure lust. He didn't bother with foreplay; he just shoved his thick, throbbing cock past her slick entrance. A gasp tore from her throat, instantly swallowed by the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. "Fuck me harder, you bastard!" she managed to grit out, arching her back until her tits bounced against his chest. He drove in another punishing thrust, burying himself deep inside her pussy. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist, milking him with desperate hands. "Take my cock deep! You better fill this hungry hole," she pleaded, the salty taste of pre-cum coating her tongue. He paused just long enough to watch the sheer pleasure contort her features before slamming into her one final, glorious time. "Cum inside me! Right here, on this goddamn desk!" The shudder that ran through her body signaled the inevitable, and a hot gush of cum flooded her core.