She arched hard and cried out as she placed her hands on his head and nearly ground against him out of need. God, she tasted so good, and she was so very wet.
He hissed into her and continued, loving the thrill that hos employees could hear them and do nothing to stop him from claiming his wife against his desk.
She was dazed, but her eyes locked with his cock and she instantly took it into her mouth and suddenly sank to the base, moans turming to muffled grunts.
She moaned lowly around him as she began bobbing her heas back and forth, grunting and making sounds that anyone else would be almost horrified by. She didn't care, she wanted him to feel good. And it couldn't hurt to have a little fun herself.
She was aching almost instantly, her mind completely gone at this point. She swallowed him to the base again and again, holding onto his hips as she throat fucked herself on his fat cock.
She arched hard and pulled back with a wet pop, her ache getting stronger. She panted hard. "F.. Fuck.. I-I can barely focus..~" she looked up at him, lust in her eyes as she pumped her hand along his shaft
"W-Would I be a good wife if I let you break the desk under me, baby..~? O-Or should I call you sir..~?" She asked, biting her lip and whining before sucking him down again, taking him deep into her tight throat with a satisfied moan.
She melted and worked him for a bit before pulling back and panting. "Y-You're gonna ask for permission now..~? I'm flattered..~" she said as she continued to work his cock with her hands, and kiss and run her tongue over his plates.