Work Lunch

Sarah’s heart raced as Ryan dropped to his knees in the conference room, shoved her skirt up, and buried his face between her thighs. No panties. Just his hot, greedy mouth devouring her soaked pussy right where she held meetings every week. He sucked her swollen clit hard, fingers plunging deep, tongue flicking relentlessly until her legs shook and she came hard on his face — biting her lip to stay quiet while her husband drank every drop. But he wasn’t done.