She tease him and pays the price

Leslie’s fingers tightened around Ben’s cock, her thumb swiping over the swollen head, already glistening with precum. A low groan escaped his lips as she began to stroke him slowly, her palm gliding along his length, savoring the way his shaft throbbed in her grip. She lowered herself to her knees, her full breasts brushing against his thighs as she leaned in, her breath hot against his skin.

With a slow, deliberate flick of her tongue, she licked a teasing stripe from the base to the tip, tasting the salt of his arousal. Ben’s hips jerked forward, his cock twitching against her lips, but she held him steady, savoring the power she had over him.

Leslie was hesitant as she thought about is this cheating on Craig but a blow job or titty fuck wouldn’t be cheating.

Leslie’s lips parted as she took the head of Ben’s cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge while her hand continued stroking his shaft. The musky taste of him filled her senses, and for a brief moment, guilt flickered through her—Is this really cheating? she wondered, her husband Craig’s face flashing in her mind. But then Ben groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, and the thought dissolved into the heat of the moment. It’s just a blowjob, she rationalized, just a little fun—nothing more.

Her breasts pressed heavily against his thighs as she took him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

Leslie moaned around Ben’s cock as she pulled her blouse open, the buttons straining before giving way. Her full, heavy 44DD breasts spilled free, the lace of her bra barely containing them. With one hand, she yanked the cups down, her nipples hardening instantly in the cool office air. She pressed her tits together around his shaft, the heat of his cock searing against her soft flesh as she began to rock them up and down, his precum smearing glistening streaks across her cleavage.

Her lips never left him, sucking the swollen head greedily while her tongue flicked against his slit, tasting the salt of him as her tits milked his length.

She heard Ben moan and say I’m want fuck that fat juicy pussy of yours. Leslie’s breath hitched as Ben’s words sent a jolt of heat straight to her already soaked panties. His cock twitched against her tongue, the taste of him thick in her mouth as she slowly pulled back, lips glistening.

"This is all you get," she purred, stroking him firmly with one hand while the other squeezed her own breast, thumb circling a stiff nipple. His hips bucked into her grip, **** for more friction, but she held him at bay, enjoying the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch.

Ben growled, "Like hell this is all I get," before gripping Leslie’s hips and lifting her effortlessly onto the desk. Papers scattered as her back hit the surface, her full breasts swaying with the sudden movement. His hands slid up her thighs, fingers hooking into the lace of her panties and pulling them to side. The air hit her wetness, her swollen lips glistening with arousal as Ben dragged her to the edge of the desk.

"I’m going to fuck that fat, wet pussy until you scream," he muttered, his cock slapping against her inner thighs, leaving sticky trails of precum on her skin