Personal Assistant's Personal Dilemma

Gal Ritchie hits send, then sees the porn link sitting right there in the email to her boss. Little Puck hasn’t opened it yet, but she could at any second, so Gal sprints over, rings the bell, and lies through her teeth—printer emergency, urgent contract, anything to get on that laptop. Nothing sticks. Little Puck isn’t buying it, so Gal drops the act and steps in close, running her hands over Little Puck’s full, natural tits until the MILF’s breath catches. Fingers slide under fabric, working slow circles until Little Puck’s wet and rocking against her hand. They tumble onto the couch, Gal still half-dressed, tits swaying as she grinds down. She keeps Little Puck distracted with deep kisses and steady fingering, the brunette’s skilled fingers never letting up. Every time Little Puck tries to glance at the laptop, Gal curls two fingers harder and the MILF’s focus shatters. Gal smiles against her mouth, cocky now—she might just get away with it after all.