Clara pushed Damian down into the leather office chair, the wheels creaking as it rolled back slightly against the desk. She straddled him without hesitation, her panties shoved aside, her pussy slick and ready from the arousal that had at th park. His cock, still semi-hard from her earlier attentions, stiffened fully as she positioned herself above him, gripping the base to guide the thick head to her entrance.
She sank down onto him in one swift motion, her wet folds parting around his shaft, taking every inch until her ass rested against his thighs. A sharp gasp escaped her lips at the stretch, his girth filling her completely, pressing against her inner walls. Damian's hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he held her steady for a moment, feeling her clench around him.
