Gianna Grey

Gianna’s fed up waiting on Jordan’s bonus check that never lands. She shows up at his office dressed for war—short skirt, dark pantyhose that shine under the lights, tits pushed high and threatening the buttons on her blouse. Jordan’s boss strolls in, catches the view, and the zipper on his slacks stretches. One hard cock is all the invitation she needs. She drops to her knees and swallows him, loud and messy, right there where anyone could walk by. He doesn’t miss a beat—phones the VP. Both men now stand over her while her husband watches from his desk. She takes one in her mouth and jerks the other, saliva running down her chin onto her nylons. Then she bends over the desk so they can trade off, fucking her hard while Jordan sits frozen. When they’re ready, they paint her face—thick ropes across her lips, her cheeks, her lashes. She licks what she can reach, smiles, and tells Jordan he’s staying behind. The two suits are taking her to Hawaii instead.