You needed this job. She knew it.
Her nylon feet grind into your lap as you kneel, desperate. “Senior role’s gone,” she smirks. “But I need an assistant”
That fat futa cock slaps your lips. “Suck. Like. Your. Job. Depends. On. It.” You choke, spit dripping as she fucks your throat raw.
Then she drags you to the couch, flipping you onto your back, slamming her cock into your ass. Missionary lets her watch you break—every rough thrust stretching you wider.
“Take it. Take it.” Her balls slap your ass, breeding you like a desperate slut. You feel her cum flood your ass, hot and thick.
You’re gonna go far here.