Meeting The Secretary

Three suits walk in. Ian, Kristof, Mike. She’s waiting there—Veronica, the new girl—with a fuck-me smile and way-too-tight blouse. Perky tits straining the buttons. Tiny waist. Bubble ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Soon as the door shuts, she’s pulling her skirt up, spreading. The boys don’t waste time; cocks out, hard and heavy. They take turns stuffing her every which way—mouth, pussy, ass—until Veronica’s got her hands braced on the desk, drooling around their dick while the other two seesaw her open. Three at once, double-teamed front and back, throat bulging. She takes it, squeezing tight, messy and loud, then squirts so hard it runs down her thighs onto their shoes. Perfect girl for an office boys’ club: zero complaints, maximum holes.