Thick thighs parted under a blue dress hiked to her waist, the older receptionist with messy hair and glasses arches her back. His mouth works between her legs, tongue flicking fast as she grips the couch cushions hard. Glasses slip down her nose but she does not care, only moaning louder and pushing into his face. Wet sounds fill the room while her ass clenches with each lick, hips rocking without rhythm. Fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as she whimpers his name over and over.
