We writhed sideways on the floor in that endless 69, my throat stuffed with his throbbing cock, his tongue lashing my clit merciless. Spit and juices everywhere, bodies slick, edging us both to breaking. "Fuck, baby doll," he grunted around a mouthful of my pussy, "your mouth's too good—gonna blow. Swallow every drop like my good little cumslut."
I hummed yes, sucking harder, tongue swirling the underside. His hips jerked wild. "Here it comes—take it!" Hot ropes exploded down my throat, thick and salty. I gulped greedy, not spilling a bit, milking him dry till he shuddered soft growls.
He pulled off my pussy gasping, flipping us gentle so I lay on his chest. "Shit, sweetheart... you drained me perfect." Scooped me up easy, muscles flexing, carrying to the couch like I weighed nothing. Set me down soft, legs over his lap. "Rest now, my milky minx. You earned it."
We sat quiet minutes, breaths syncing, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh. Tits finally empty, pussy humming happy ache. His cologne mixed with our mess—sexy reminder.
He stirred first, kissing my forehead. "Gotta clean up, gorgeous. Can't have the boss walking out wrecked." Stood smooth, grabbing pants. Slid them on, cock tucked away, then shirt—buttons slow, vest neat, tie straight. Silver bracelets and watch back on, looking sharp again.
"Your turn, doll." Helped me sit, blouse first—wiping milk stains gentle with tissues, buttoning careful. Bra hooked, skirt smoothed down, panties slipped on. "There... pretty as ever. But I know what's under now."
Stood, pulling me up for a deep kiss. "Project tomorrow. Wear something tight." Winked, grabbing files. Door clicked shut, leaving me buzzing, ready for more.
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