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“Miss Reese,” the crackled voice came through the intercom. “Mr. Davis will see you now.” I stood up and smoothed the simple pencil skirt down my thighs. My blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show off my cleavage, and my tall high heels made no sound as I walked across the carpet to his office.
Carefully, I pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped into his office. Mr. Davis was on the phone, no doubt with a high-paying client. He didn’t look up from his notepad but crooked a finger for me to begin. I licked my lips as he pushed his big office chair back from the desk. Dropping down to my hands and knees, I crawled to my position under his desk. Our eyes did meet then, just briefly, as I sat on my heels and began to unzip his pants.
Office Throat Slut
He kept speaking to his client and continued to scribble notes on his legal pad, almost ignoring his little office throat slut as I began my job. I kissed his tip then opened my mouth wide. Slipping the swelled head of his cock along my tongue and straight back into my throat.
I didn’t try to suck or swallow. Instead, I began to just bob my head up and down the length of his cock. Saliva began to pool under his shaft and seep from the corners of my mouth. Drool dribbles down my chin to puddle in my cleavage. I hear him ending the conversation, and his palm cradles the back of my head. “Good girl. Miss Reese.” His deep voice rumbled. “That’s just how I like it.”
The praise soaks my panties, but I know he’ll never know. He never wants more than my throat. I feel his fingers tightening in my hair, and finally, I close my lips around him. Slurping up all the drool and precum I’d been leaking around his thick cock. Sucking him deeply with faster strokes just in time to feel his cum jetting down my throat.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357