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Riley sits across from him with her heart hammering. She's come for a job. He wants something else. Her blouse is tight, buttons fighting to stay closed over her big tits. The moment she leans forward to hand him her resume, he gets an eyeful of cleavage and doesn't look away. She knows what this is. He knows she knows. That doesn't stop him from ordering her to her knees behind his desk. She unbuttons. Her tits spill out, heavy and pale. He grabs one, squeezes hard enough to leave marks, then pushes her head down. Her mouth opens. He slides in deep. No warm-up. No mercy. She gags, throat working around his cock, spit dripping down her chin. He holds her there. She takes it. Brown hair falling over her face. When he pulls her up by the roots, strings of saliva stretch from her lips to his shaft. He bends her over the desk next. Her skirt rides up. No panties. Bush thick between her legs. He runs his fingers through it, then slams inside her. She moans loud enough for the whole office to hear. He fucks her hard, desk shaking, papers scattering. Every thrust makes her big tits bounce against the wood. She comes first. He doesn't stop. Not until he's buried deep and filling her up. When he pulls out, his cum leaks down her thigh. She stays bent over, breathing hard, tits pressed flat against his desk. The interview's over. She got the job.
Riley sits across from him with her heart hammering. She's come for a job. He wants something else. Her blouse is tight, buttons fighting to stay closed over her big tits. The moment she leans forward to hand him her resume, he gets an eyeful of cleavage and doesn't look away. She knows what this is. He knows she knows. That doesn't stop him from ordering her to her knees behind his desk. She unbuttons. Her tits spill out, heavy and pale. He grabs one, squeezes hard enough to leave marks, then pushes her head down. Her mouth opens. He slides in deep. No warm-up. No mercy. She gags, throat working around his cock, spit dripping down her chin. He holds her there. She takes it. Brown hair falling over her face. When he pulls her up by the roots, strings of saliva stretch from her lips to his shaft. He bends her over the desk next. Her skirt rides up. No panties. Bush thick between her legs. He runs his fingers through it, then slams inside her. She moans loud enough for the whole office to hear. He fucks her hard, desk shaking, papers scattering. Every thrust makes her big tits bounce against the wood. She comes first. He doesn't stop. Not until he's buried deep and filling her up. When he pulls out, his cum leaks down her thigh. She stays bent over, breathing hard, tits pressed flat against his desk. The interview's over. She got the job.