Mr Banks Office

She steps in after hours and shuts the door. The short blonde skirt rides up when she bends over his desk. He grabs her hips and yanks her close. No words. Just hands and breath. She drops to her knees, unzips him, and takes every inch into her mouth. Deep. Wet. Her eyes water, but she keeps going until her throat works around him. He pulls her up, bends her over the desk, and fucks her hard until he pulls out and paints her face with thick ropes. Cum drips down her chin onto the wood.