Self-Defense Female Attorney Focus

This fucking lawyer thinks she’s untouchable in her tight skirt suit, but I know exactly how to break that professional facade. The moment I pin her against the desk, she starts trembling, her little gasps betraying the arousal she’s trying to hide. I rip open her blouse, buttons flying, and her tits spill out—perfect, round, and already hard nipples begging for my mouth. She whispers ‘no’ but her hips grind back into my cock, that cunt soaking through her panties. I shove her face-down on the leather chair, yank her skirt up, and tear those wet panties aside. Her ass is so fucking round, and I spread her cheeks to see that tight pink hole glistening. I slam into her without warning, and she screams—a mix of pain and pleasure that tells me she’s been craving this. Each thrust makes her moan louder, her lawyer act crumbling into a whore’s desperate cries. I grab her hair, pull her head back, and whisper how much she loves being used like this. She’s dripping down my thighs, and I know she’s close. I pound deeper, feeling her walls clench, and when I come inside her, she convulses, screaming my name. But I’m not done. I flip her over, spread her legs wide, and watch my cum leak out of her stretched hole. She’s a mess—makeup smeared, suit ruined, completely owned. I slide two fingers into her still-pulsing pussy, scoop out my load, and smear it on her lips. ‘Clean it up, counselor,’ I order, and she opens her mouth like the obedient slut she is. This is what she needed—to be reminded that beneath that powerful exterior, she’s just a cunt waiting to be filled.