DOGGY STYLE, THE PRESIDENT FUCKS HIS RECEPTIONIST OVER HIS DESK
Mia fixed her hair, took a full breath, and thumped on the entryway. She wasn't expecting from the rear to enter her day. "Enter," said her chief, Ethan. She knew exactly what trailed not very far behind he saw her. She did whatever it takes not to sneer, without much of any result. He delighted in seeing her in a tight pencil skirt and fitted shirt. The trim of her bra looked out from her cleavage. Unmentionables was his shortcoming and she delighted in exploiting it. "Hi, Mr. Barret. I'm bringing your timetable for the first part of the day. There are a few gatherings in the early evening, yet at this point you have about 30 minutes free," she said honestly. His eyes consumed, going all over her body. Mia could feel her pussy getting wet each second that she spent under his look. "We should see it then," he said, one eyebrow raised. His British inflection turned her on, made her need to screw him considerably harder. His hands were gradually wo...