Chapter 39 Wipe the conference room floor with your slutty water!
Michael looked down and could even make out the tender pink flesh at the location of his wife's pussy.
He brought his tongue up and reached the opening of the flower pussy and licked it twice, curling all the lewd water that was oozing out into his mouth.
His fingers went deeper inside and the tip of his tongue slid up from the hole to the clit.
"Mmmmmm ... so good ... good boss mmmm ... ah so good ... me want more ..."
Nancy's back arched and her loin socket was no longer pressed against the conference table, making it immediately obvious that she was horny as hell.
Michael pulled out a finger and rubbed her clit and pressed it twice, raising an eyebrow with a wicked grin.
"Boy, want a finger, or a rod?"
Nancy went to him with misty eyes, pleasing him as much as she could, and
"Want the boss's big meat stick ..."