She asked, “What?”“I need some money from petty cash,” Jake said.“How much?” she asked.“Forty dollars ought to be enough,” Jake said.M...gus shouted, “Bring back a receipt!”“Okay,” Jake shouted. He looked back at the desk and asked, “Why are you hiding under the desk?”“All of this shouting scares me,” Irene answered.“You’ll get used to it,” Jake said.“No I won’t,” Irene said timidly. She opened a drawer and pulled out two twenties.“Yes, you will,” Jake said picking up the money from the desk. He. A fountain of cum spewed over her face and hair before he pushed into her mouth again. I was impressed as he had come with quite a force and quite a quantity. He pulled out and collapsed onto the sofa. There was a close-up of the girl’s face and it was a mess to say the least. Her face was splattered with cum and her eye make-up had run, and she had drool still dripping off her chin.The woman stood up and went around the room picking up the girl’s blouse, bra, panties and shoes. She took the. The table began to rock and bounce on the floor as Paul got louder and more verbal. “That’s right Boss Man, fuck me,” he yelled out, “Right there, Oh my fucking god yes, hell yes.”He started to hunch up to meet my thrust. His heels pressing harder into my ass, he pulling pulled my cock deeper inside him with each thrust. And, God help me, I loved every second of it. My hard thrusts were making the table move across the floor. The chairs on the opposite side of the table started to tilt and fall. “Wow, your balls are soaked, and I think I’m messing up your chair.”“I can deal with that.”She scrunched up her nose in the cutest way and tickled my balls with her fingertips. What little steel I’d lost rapidly returned in response to her attention.“I’m ready for that cock inside me again,” she said once my erection was at full attention.“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I said.“Oh,” she argued, and then blew a raspberry at me. “I want you to fuck me up on the table this time.”When she held.