BJ

As she knelt before him, John commanded, "Take out my cock, and show me how much you appreciate me." His voice was low and authoritative, leaving no room for hesitation.

Ms Thompson's heart raced as she reached for his belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuckled it. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the anticipation building between them. With a deep breath, she slowly unzipped his pants, her eyes locked onto his, her gaze never wavering.

As she freed his manhood, she took a moment to admire its size and girth, her mouth watering at the sight.

With a mixture of awe and desire, Ms. Thompson whispered, "You have an amazing cock, tell me what I need to do." Her words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.

John looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Open your mouth, and let me show you," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

Ms Thompson obeyed, her lips parting as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

With a firm grip on the back of her head, {first\_name} guided Ms. Thompson's mouth onto his manhood, her lips parting to accommodate his size. He began to thrust his hips, his movements slow and deliberate, as he face-fucked her, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with ease.

Ms Thompson's eyes watered as she struggled to keep up with his pace, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. She could feel the pressure building in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to keep up with his relentless thrusts.