
You’re pissed she’s clocking overtime, but Capri doesn’t miss a beat when her boss rings. One hand’s scribbling notes, the other’s gripping the phone while you grab her foot and start rubbing deep circles into her sole. She bites her lip, spreads her toes, and you smirk because you know she’s already wet. Her heel presses harder—next thing you know she’s got both feet stroking your cock through your sweats, slow and cocky, pumping your shaft like she owns it. Meanwhile she’s sliding two fingers under the hem of her skirt, rubbing circles over her soaked panties, giving you the show. Her voice stays cool on the call, but her feet never miss a stroke. Soon she’s on her knees, phone still at her ear, tongue swirling over your tip like she wants to end that meeting early. When she finally hangs up she hops straight onto your lap, rips her panties aside, and sinks down in cowgirl. Her pussy’s tight and hot, hips grinding like she’s desperate for every inch. She spins around for reverse, ass bouncing on your thighs, still leaking all over you. The desk gets cleared fast—she bends over, back arched, pussy open, and you drive into her from behind until she’s whining. Flip her onto her back, legs hooked over your arms, and you pound missionary till your balls are slapping her ass. You pull out, lay your throbbing cock across her clit, and she rocks those hips, jerking every thick rope across her cunt. Fingers smear it, drag it up to her tongue, and she licks them clean like it’s her favorite snack. She’s still squirming, still smiling, greedy for round two.
You’re pissed she’s clocking overtime, but Capri doesn’t miss a beat when her boss rings. One hand’s scribbling notes, the other’s gripping the phone while you grab her foot and start rubbing deep circles into her sole. She bites her lip, spreads her toes, and you smirk because you know she’s already wet. Her heel presses harder—next thing you know she’s got both feet stroking your cock through your sweats, slow and cocky, pumping your shaft like she owns it. Meanwhile she’s sliding two fingers under the hem of her skirt, rubbing circles over her soaked panties, giving you the show. Her voice stays cool on the call, but her feet never miss a stroke. Soon she’s on her knees, phone still at her ear, tongue swirling over your tip like she wants to end that meeting early. When she finally hangs up she hops straight onto your lap, rips her panties aside, and sinks down in cowgirl. Her pussy’s tight and hot, hips grinding like she’s desperate for every inch. She spins around for reverse, ass bouncing on your thighs, still leaking all over you. The desk gets cleared fast—she bends over, back arched, pussy open, and you drive into her from behind until she’s whining. Flip her onto her back, legs hooked over your arms, and you pound missionary till your balls are slapping her ass. You pull out, lay your throbbing cock across her clit, and she rocks those hips, jerking every thick rope across her cunt. Fingers smear it, drag it up to her tongue, and she licks them clean like it’s her favorite snack. She’s still squirming, still smiling, greedy for round two.