Pound Pussy

. . we'd like to bend her against the cubicle desk so we can go to town on you. Don't worry it's for our .. research, yea. They want us to ask a question we'd never get away under other situations, so . ." As he trails off, I watch as Tiffany waves at them, bends over the desk in front of her, and spreads her legs. Her flirty, sultry expression was more than enough for him to just go at it.

He quickly went for her then, all but running up behind Tiffany, grabbing her around the waist. Tiffany moaned in response, and quickly her interviewer had his fully erect cock out and pressed against her ass. He thrust it against her body a few times, before pressing her down onto the table with a hand on her back. She moaned again, as I watched, he quickly thrust himself deep into her. Quickly, a romantic pattern emerged as he thrust into her again and again. Tiffany's legs spread wide, as she was taken in her cubicle, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

It did not take him long before he increased the speed of each thrust, pounding Tiffany deep, and slapping his balls against her and her desk. It was not long before he shot his load deep into her body, thrusting a few more times to make sure it was all cleanly shot into her. Tiffany's moans grew quiet then, as he pulled himself out of her, and backed off. Her response was equally brief, however, as the other man in the group gave his buddy a high five, passed him the clipboard, and pressed himself against Tiffany's body. She moaned loudly almost initially, and as I watch, the notetaker quickly went to work pounding his cock deep within her, thrusting himself equally deep. Her moans grew ever louder, a sharp note to them now, and even more frequent than before, as she was taken then.

He thrust into her with ****, and pressed her hard against her desk each time, his thrusts made even more fierce when his speed increased, pounding her faster and faster with each thrust. She moaned exceedingly loud, as he held her close, her body spasmed in pleasure even as he shoots a load of his own into her. He rubbed the remainder out against her ass, before backing off and putting his clothes back into place. She remained before them, gasping, her head down, and her ass up, as she let out loud, raspy breaths, and apparently not aware, or not caring, who may see her in such a pose.

Soon, she gets back up on her feet, and as Tiffany adjusts her clothes, pleasure clear on her face, the two young interviewers say their thanks and turn to leave. As they walk out, they pull me out with them, and one of them says to me "Thanks for doing that. Felt great... really, thanks for making that interview happen!" I nod, as we walk back to the lobby. They casually saunter out, and I take my place at my desk again.