Let him work on me while he regains his composure

You sit back on the desk and open your legs, beckoning Daryll with a finger to join you. He stands clumsily and shuffles over to you. As he leans in for a kiss you push his head down to your pussy, forcing him to kneel in front of the desk. He seems lost, hovering before your legs so you throw your skirt over his head and pull him in. He tries to pull away but you hold the hem of your skirt behind his neck, pasting his mouth to your pussy. He gets the idea.

His lips are serviceable as they move over your own. His tongue, however, is listless, bobbing lazily through your slit without purpose. The power trip of trapping his head beneath your skirt is turning you on, but his own actions aren't doing much for you. After 10 minutes of work, he's gotten no where. Looking down, you can see that his cock is still soft. He's just not that interested in your pussy right now.

It would be a waste of time to hire someone who wasn't an excellent pussy eater, but maybe he just needs a little more time.