Work release 

She is bent over my desk, my hand over her mouth. Her lips moist and pressed against my palm. I flip her skirt upwards, her cheeks are rosy and bare. I feel her gluteal muscles relax upon insertion. My cock trudging her wetlands. Her moans whinny and impatient. I swat her right cheek twice. She turns her head right and rests upon the cold wood. She is a good girl. My hand to her shoulder. I fuck her hard. She will think of me for days.