Quick Work Fuck Before the Clock Strikes
The teen's eyes widen as she spots the man's polished shoes, a glint of mischief in her gaze. She inches closer, her small hands reaching out, tracing the lines of his shoes. He watches, intrigued, as she pulls off her socks, revealing her bare feet. She lifts one, pressing it against his crotch, feeling his growing hardness. He groans, his hands finding her ankles, massaging them. She giggles, her foot moving in rhythm with his strokes. He lifts her, placing her on the desk, her legs spread wide. He leans down, kissing her ankle, her calf, her thigh. She squirms, her breath coming in short gasps as he reaches her center, his tongue flicking out, tasting her. She comes undone, her body writhing as he stands, his cock replacing his tongue, filling her, their bodies moving in a quick, intense dance before he pulls out, his hot cum spurting onto her feet, her legs, marking her as his.