You're too stunned to answer right now.

"Fuck..." you gasp, your chest heaving from your exertions. You don't think you've ever cum that fast before in your entire life. "Fuck."

She takes one of your testicles between her lips and sucks down hard, pulling back until it springs out of her mouth with an audible 'pop'.

"Ah!" you grimace, your legs flailing wildly, "Fuck! Ah! Argh!"

"I'm sorry," she coos, placing her hands on the insides of your thighs, "Are you too sensitive?"

She takes her tongue and starts lapping at your balls with long, slow strokes. The pressure is milder than the intensity of the suction she was applying before, and you moan in pleasure as she licks away your spit-drenched sack. She continues for the better part of the next twenty minutes, as you sit paralyzed in your chair, unable to move. Your cock squirts small ropes of cum all over her face every few seconds during the entire ordeal - a non-stop series of mini-ejaculations - until you're completely drained empty.

As you lay collapsed in your chair from exhaustion, Gemma crawls out from under your desk and retrieves a packet of wet wipes from her handbag, wiping her face clean.

"I hope I managed to impress you during my interview," she says, heading to the door. "I look forward to hearing from you."