He peppers kisses along my jaw and down my neck, making me shiver. “I didn’t. You’re just biased. I brought the report.”
He takes the folder from my hand and tosses it to the floor. Papers go flying, scattering over the carpet. He reaches around me and locks the door, then picks me up and carries me over to the leather sofa by the windows.
He lays me down on it and pushes my skirt up my thighs.
I glance nervously at the door. “What are you doing? I thought we were supposed to be discreet!”
“I need to discreetly bury my d**k in your perfect p***y, Ms. Sanders.”
Kneeling beside the sofa, he pulls my panties down my legs and removes them, balls them in his fist, puts them to his nose and inhales deeply, then shoves them into his pocket. Then he puts his face between my legs and eats me u
