T'was the day in advance of Valentine's Day and at the office, Mr. DeSergio's junk was swelling at the sight of his typist Demmi Valentine taking dictation. In this office, gals can come to work in constricted skirts and low-cut blouses and more than productivity goes up.
The dictation ends quickly to make time for dicktation. Mr. DeSergio has bigger in size issues on his hands than some boring memo. Demmi's big issues compel him to quickly receive hands-on and Demmi, being a company woman, is pleased to aid him.
Taking Demmi's juggs out to engulf and rub them pokes Mr. D over the edge. This chab drops trou so Demmi, still seated, can blow a tune on his skin flute with popping sounds. That babe sees he's no micro-manager. That babe cups her greater than run of the mill wobblers for the boss's hardon bonus and polishes it to a valuable shine. This is one incredibly talented office worker. In fact, Demmi's a Bunny Angel from Dennis Hof's Love Ranch near Carson Town, Nevada and is only moonlighting as a temp at this office.
After tit-fucking and more 10-Pounder sucking, Mr. D disrobes Demmi down to her underclothes, seats her back in the chair, moves her white lace panties to the side and gives her lip service, shoving his tongue into her cooch. That tickles her fancy. Still seated, Demmi spread-eagles for her Valentine's gift, taking every inch into her pink aperture in the 1st of a few business mergers. The office furniture in this company can sure take a beating, especially his desk with Demmi group rogered over it, her large scoops dangling and quivering with every thrust.
Thanks, Demmi Valentine!