Paul fucks Daisy's trifling mouth

Around the office, Paul was known to be a chatterbox. He was always popping up at one cubicle or the other to make conversation, and only sometimes about something that was actually important for work. With his dick in Daisy's mouth, he was a different person entirely. He made fierce, guttural sounds, grunting and muttering to himself as he fucked her mouth. Her jaw was already starting to hurt. She loved it.

Daisy was just along for the ride. The first few seconds she tried to keep up with him. Even if he was controlling her mouth, she could play with his balls or rub his legs. After that, she realized she just didn't have the energy. Hard and fast. She went limp. He was basically holding her up with his cock. It was an exhilarating feeling. Mr. Johnson was a great lay, incredible in the bedroom, but he didn't have the energy of a young man.

It was a little scary how Paul was acting, and a little scary how much it turned her on. The way he was playing with her lips made her want to touch herself, and that was basically the last thing she could do without interrupting his momentum. She reached for her tits and groped herself through the dress. Originally this had all been about keeping her job, but now she was hoping he liked the look of her with her two handfuls. It made her wish she had noticed Paul looking at her sooner.

Paul might've been young, but he couldn't go forever. After a solid five minutes of face fucking he fell against the wall behind the club, looking spent. Daisy touched her tongue expecting to find cum there. "I didn't go yet," he said. He sounded exhausted. Her work wasn't done yet.