Latina Devon Michaels Leans Over The Desk And Takes A Mouthful Of Cum

I can barely breath, as Mr. Gorgeous in open admiration–can’t help myself, he’s just my type—but unlike the other dusty gentlemen, he does not look my way once! And suddenly, in an instant, I find myself halfway down the hall being propelled by a huge hand on the back of my neck. I finally notice I’m in the Men’s Room. It makes my day to see his face light up that way. I always smile at him first and he now grins back. Wouldn’t you know, I can’t keep quiet. My stomach’s a bundle of nerves all afternoon long, however, and finally, around two hours before I usually go home, I decide to call it a day. Did I just hear him say something about fucking a pumpkin? The handsome workman and I have reached the stage of smiling buddies.