He opened his slacks and freed his cock for her, which was already throbbing for attention, and moved his chair back just enough so he could still reach his desk and she had plenty of room.
He exhaled and almost lost his concentration for a second. "There are typos in this one, Lamya, retype it." He stated and threw the paper to the floor beside her.
She grunted and swallowed him down to the base, moaning lowly. She looked down at the paper and exhaled as she deepthroated him, pretending to ignore him.
She grunted and her eyes went half lidded as she swallowed him down again and again, her lips tingling, and her body heating up the more she swallowed down his juices.
It was almost like she wasn't choking him down, like she wasn't even in the room. She worked him faster, hoping that he would show some semblance of caring, but more hoping that he didn't.
She arched hard and swallowed him down faster, almost drunk with need. She was aching so badly, her juices pooling up beneath her as she moved to tease his sensitive plates with her delicate hands.
She whined and nodded quickly, working him the best that she could. She kept working his plates, keptswallowing him down to the base, everything she knew he liked.