Please Me, Sir

When Michael Stefano steps up and grabs her by the ass, Alina Lopez doesn't just say yes—she drops straight to her knees and starts mouthing the front of his pants like she's starving for it. She yanks his zipper down so fast the fabric stretches. He's rock hard before she even gets his cock free, veiny shaft slapping her lips and leaving a streak of precum across them. She doesn't waste a second. Red lips stretch wide, slick tongue licking under the head first, then she slides down until his balls tap her chin. Alina gags once, twice, taking every thick inch until spit runs from both corners of her mouth and soaks her tits. She looks up at him with wet eyes and a wicked grin stretched tight around cock. Michael grabs a fistful of her hair and fucks her throat in rough, steady strokes, balls popping against her chin. Alina moans around the shaft, hums so the vibrations hit every inch of him, one hand buried between her own thighs working fast. Her skirt is hiked up to her waist, black thong shoved aside, fingers sliding into the soaked, tight heat there, knuckles wet and glistening. He wants more. Drags her up, bends her over the desk so hard the wood creaks. Her ass cheeks flex as he tears the thong clean off and slams in deep—wet cunt gripping him hot and tight, pink walls clenching and shivering. Every thrust sends a slap echoing, his cock splitting her open, cream dripping down her thighs. Alina pushes back harder each time, begging for more with filthy sounds caught in her throat. When he slides his thumb against her asshole, she just moans louder, arching to take that too if he'll give it.