She slid to her knees in a slow, fluid motion. She moved around the corner of the desk, her hands pushing his chair backward so that she could get at him. He sat like a statue and let her open his fly and scoop out his s****l equipment. She made a little moan of pleasure as her mouth slid down over his stiff organ. Her head began to move up and down in a well-learned motion and her tongue began to switch back and forth, flicking lightly against his exquisitely sensitive flesh.
He was shaking and he realized that she was a gifted and expert c**k sucker, every bit as expert and ardent as Martha. He was groaning and squirming and patting her sleek head and when she popped him, she lingered and devoured him like a dedicated praying mantis, an eager and fascinated feaster. She was using her na
