Come Here

Mickey has wanted Janice under his thumb for months. Tonight the hunger finally pushes him to act. He locks the office door and tells her what he plans to do to her. She smiles, steps in close, and grabs his belt. In one move she flips him onto the desk and pins his wrists. She frees him, then slides down and takes him in her mouth, tongue working slow and greedy. When he tries to take the lead again, she climbs on, sets her knees on either side of his hips, and sinks down hard. She rides him deep and deliberate, controlling the pace with every roll of her hips, breasts brushing his chest while she keeps his arms pinned. He strains against her grip but she does not let up. She grinds until the tension snaps and he spills inside her, shuddering. She stays seated, rocking through the last pulses, then lets his hands go only when she is finished.