Scene Description:

Remy lounged at her desk, phone glued to her ear, giggling through another endless personal call instead of touching a single spreadsheet. Michael had finally had enough. One glance at the logs and his blood boiled—two and a half hours to Portugal, three grand on the company dime. She knew she was broke, knew she couldn't pay it back, so she'd gambled on the office line like a reckless little thief. When he summoned her, she didn't bother with excuses. She locked the door, dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, and looked up with wide, guilty eyes. “I'm not trying to be inappropriate,” she whispered, already tugging his belt open. “I just need to apologize properly.” Her hot mouth sealed around his balls, sucking them deep and sloppy while her tongue rolled over the heavy sack, coating him in warm spit. Michael groaned, fist tightening in her hair as she worshipped him with wet, obscene sounds, drool sliding down her chin. She didn't stop until his cock was throbbing against her cheek, rock-hard and leaking. Then she stood, turned, and bent over his desk, skirt shoved up to bare that thick, round ass. She arched her back, presenting herself like an offering. Michael drove into her dripping cunt in one hard thrust, pounding her against the wood while she moaned and begged for forgiveness. He fucked her until her thighs shook, until her walls fluttered and clenched, then pulled out and painted her flushed face in thick, hot ropes cum streaking her lips, lashes, and tongue as she licked it up greedily. She kept her job. Hell, she's even in the running for employee of the month.