does Natalya… right around my fucking cock. From under the desk, I feel her satin lips engulf my half-hard shaft. Her tongue flattens as she struggles to take me. My fingers dig into the arms on my leather chair and I forcefully suppress a grunt. Luckily, the sound of the crunching leather is loud enough to cover up the sound of Natalya choking on my erection as it reaches full mast.
