Samantha's busy mouth.

The sound of Samantha gagging on Josh's cock filled the air of the security office. Josh grunted quietly, trying to avoid any passers-by from figuring out what was going on inside, but he couldn't keep completely silent. The naked woman on her knees in front of him was just too good, her tongue too fast, her throat too smooth and inviting for him to keep his mouth shut. He kept one hand buried in her thick brown hair, pushing her harder and deeper onto his cock.

"How does it feel?" Samantha gasped, pulling herself away from his dick.

"Incredible," Josh groaned, staring up at the ceiling. He could barely see straight. They had told him that this job had lots of perks, but no one had told him about anything like this.

Sam stroked away at his shaft, looking up at his face with her big brown puppy-dog eyes. "Does that mean you'll tell me what I asked about now?" she asked.

Josh bit his lip. He was already so close to cumming, and this girl hadn't even been blowing him for this long. Maybe telling her one of his stories would give him some time to cool off, let him pull back a bit and keep from blowing his load too quickly. If there was one thing he didn't want, it was for this curvy hottie to stop sucking him off, or worse, to put some real clothes on.

"Okay, okay," he said. He didn't look down at her. He was afraid that if he did, and he looked into her eyes with his dick in her hand, then he would bust right then and there. "Let me just think..."