He...
Continues to use his boss's delicious mouth
Mrs. Paul's elegant face made his cock twitch and pulsate. This was all too easy. She loved being submissive to him. She looked up at him as he grabbed a handful of hair, and yanked her back to the base of his cock. He told her.

"My turn to have some fun, bitch." He said as he pressed her face against his groin, using her face like a rag doll.

"Ahh," she moan. He forced her up and down his shaft. A trail of drool and spit dripped out the sides of her mouth. As her hot breath hits his thighs and sack. He pumped her face roughly. Enjoying the squishing sounds her saliva made. He pressed a thumb into the left side of her lips to stretched it out more. Causing her to gag even harder on his fat dick. He began to hear choking and gurgling. Still, he wouldn't let up.

He wanted this bitch to choke to death on his cock. A cock that's better than the limp dick husband she's with. A few minutes later, he shoves her off, her nose, chin, and cheeks red from the roughness. He picks her up and drops her onto the table. He stop for a few seconds to admire this milf body.

Mrs. Paul is cock struck by John length and thickness. She said. "Please, fuck me like the whore that I am. Fuck me deep and hard and rough. I need you."
He pulled her closer, his face inches from hers. His hand gripped her throat and squeezed. The other ripped off her fancy bra.

"Ahhhh," she groaned. His hand squeezed the air from her throat. Mrs. Paul gasped and bucked under him. He realized she was enjoying the dominant display.
"Stick your ass up," he hissed.
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