CHAPTER EIGHT
Blanche Tomiseks' clothes lay in a crumpled heap beside those of her boss, Gregory Hahn. The outer door was locked as the naked pair lay panting, their pulsating bodies entertwined upon the leather sofa inside the attorney's private sanctuary. The good-looking lawyer squatted over his nude secretary, his hair-lined asshole peeking out between his parted buttocks, his bent knees straddling her shoulders. Greg's mouth hung loosely and he breathed hard as Blanche tugged at his distended p***s with one hand while she caressed his aching balls with the other. The woman's skillful fingers were doing marvelous things to his inflamed rod. The red-tipped arrow jutting from between his split thighs bobbed and jerked, coating her moving fingers with the warmth and wetness of his arousa
