To business

Alina's upturned butt was a lovely shade of crimson from Miguel's firm hand. He wondered how much longer her shift was because he suspected she might spend most of it standing.

He tapped the inside of her ankles with his foot and she obligingly spread her legs wider.

Miguel's erection was straining for release after all this teasing and build up and it seemed like Alina was a bit of a coiled spring herself. He gripped her hips and slid into her without any further foreplay. Her snatch was wet and eager and she cooed as he penetrated her.

Miguel roughly fucked Alina from behind. Each time his hips slammed into her tender backside it drew a little yip from her mouth. His thrusts were sliding her elbows around on her work console, knocking her stuff everywhere.

Tammi wasn't even bothering to hide her lust anymore, she pivoted to watch the show and fingered herself at the display. With her free hand, Tammi typed a few things on her keyboard and the screens in the security room all suddenly changed.

Miguel was looking at video feeds of himself fucking Alina from multiple angles. Her tits bounced with each thrust and her ecstatic face filled the central monitor.

"You think you're the only one with tricks," Tammi laughed. "I'm saving this video for a rainy day."

Alina didn't have a comeback, she was too busy cumming. Miguel saw the large screen view of Alina's climax and it sent him over the edge himself. He was not as young as he used to be, but to be honest he had never felt more virile. Something about an island of free pussy brought it out of him.

After he was finished, he slid out and allowed Alina to collect herself. She set her stones back to red and sat down, still a little shaky. Miguel noticed the small wince when her butt hit the chair.

"Now can we discuss the reason I came down here?" Miguel asked.