Mr. Vance stood over Sara, his thick c**k still hard and glistening with their mixed juices. She lay on the long conference table like a used fucktoy — legs spread wide, blouse torn open, t**s out, face and chest painted with drying c*m, and her p***y a sloppy, gaping mess leaking thick white loads from earlier.
“Get on your back properly, w***e,” he growled, grabbing her ankles and yanking her legs up high until her knees were beside her head, folding her in half. “I want that cunt pointed straight up so every drop stays deep inside you.”
Sara whimpered as her body was bent into the obscene position. Her swollen p***y and tight asshole were completely exposed to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Eden Bay skyline. Anyone working late in the opposite building could l
