For the most part, Carrington Atlantic was a nearly paperless company. Blake only kept hard copies of documents and memos partly out of stubbornness, and partly because fucking Devon on his desk just wouldn't have the same ambiance without things for them to scatter and sweep off it in their passion. He grinned as Devon raised her arms, the position lifting her lovely breasts as if she were displaying herself for him.
That thought seemed to be confirmed when the teenager started to grope herself, her eyes locked on his. "That's fucking sexy, baby girl," he grunted. "Play with your tits for Daddy..."
They were rocking and writhing in perfect time now, the steel length of his cock plunging into the tight, searing confines of Devon's pussy over and over again. "Yes.. oh yes, baby... oh yes, fuck, yes," Blake babbled as as Devon moved her legs. The shift in angle and one savage thrust drove his length into her cunt right to the hilt. "Come for Daddy, honey... let me feel you come all over my cock..."
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Date: 2017-12-16 01:00 am (UTC)That thought seemed to be confirmed when the teenager started to grope herself, her eyes locked on his. "That's fucking sexy, baby girl," he grunted. "Play with your tits for Daddy..."
They were rocking and writhing in perfect time now, the steel length of his cock plunging into the tight, searing confines of Devon's pussy over and over again. "Yes.. oh yes, baby... oh yes, fuck, yes," Blake babbled as as Devon moved her legs. The shift in angle and one savage thrust drove his length into her cunt right to the hilt. "Come for Daddy, honey... let me feel you come all over my cock..."