The Interview – With Benefits
She walked in — tight blouse, short skirt, hungry eyes.
No nerves. Just confidence.
He asked her to show her skills.
She had something better in mind.
She pushed him into his chair, slowly undressed, then dropped to her knees.
Undid his pants. Took his cock in her mouth — soft at first, then deeper, wetter, owning him with every stroke.
Her eyes burned into him.
She stood, turned, and slid down onto his cock.
She rode him wild, lips parted, smile wicked.
He bent her over the desk and fucked her hard, his cock deep in her soaked pussy.
Then flipped her over — he wanted to see her filthy, blissed-out face.
At the edge, he pulled out and came on her face.
She passed the interview.
Or maybe… he passed hers.
