...and then the interview went sideways. Dark hair spills over the desk blotter as lips stretch around a thick cock, mascara smudged from rubbing eyes shut. Skirt bunched at hips, stockinged thighs pressed together like she’s hiding something—except nothing’s secret now. Gagging on it mid-sentence, voice cracking with fake professionalism: “I’m sorry sir… did you say something?” Cum drips down her chin while she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand like it was just coffee stains.
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