She licks her lips when the door creaks open—didn’t expect to be caught. Black hair slicked back, thick thighs spread on the desk as she takes another deep breath before swallowing him whole. Boss’ hands grip her head, fingers tangled in that glossy bob, but she doesn’t pull away—just moans around his shaft while he pumps into her face. Desk lamp flickers as he spills down her throat, white streaks dripping from those pouty lips. She swallows every last drop, then wipes a thumb across them and licks it clean—right there in front of the office chair where someone might’ve been peeking through the blinds all along.
