Where's Your Wife

Arie Faye has worked under Tyler Nixon long enough to feel the heat every time he walks by. One morning his wife is gone. Arie sets the coffee on his desk and asks where she is. Tyler just shrugs. “You know how things go.” She catches the glint in his eye. Arie leans in, tits brushing his arm, voice low. “Guess that leaves us.” Tyler grabs her wrist, pulls her onto his lap. His hand slides under her skirt, finds bare skin, no panties. Two fingers push inside her and she gasps, hips grinding down. He bends her over the desk, yanks her skirt up, and drives in hard. Each thrust knocks the cup over; coffee spreads across papers while she claws the wood and begs for more. Blonde hair sticks to her sweat-slick back. Tyler clamps a hand over her mouth to keep the noise down. Arie comes fast, cunt clenching, eyes rolled back. He flips her, shoves back inside, fucks her until his load paints her tits. She licks the last drop off her nipple, looks up at him, and smiles.