Mr. Vance stayed buried deep inside Sara’s c*m-filled p***y, his thick c**k still twitching as the last drops of his load leaked into her. He looked down at her sprawled on his desk — blouse open, t**s out, skirt bunched around her waist, legs spread obscenely, and his creamy c*m already oozing from her stretched hole.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he sneered, pulling out slowly. A thick glob of his c*m poured out of her gaping cunt and dripped onto the polished mahogany. “You’ve ruined my f*****g desk with your w***e juices and my seed. What kind of cheap s**t does that during a job interview?”
Sara whimpered, her p***y still fluttering from the intense o****m. “I’m sorry, sir… I couldn’t help it. Your c**k felt too good.”
He slapped her swollen c**t hard with his heavy c**k, making
