Boss's Sweet Secretary

She slowly raised her hands and held his thighs. She moved forward while kneeling and slowly buried her head between his legs.

Hans's hands were just lightly placed on the edge of the bed so he could look down at Jennifer pleasing him.  All of a sudden, his face darkened, his pupils contracted, and his hands clenched up. He bit his lips as if he was holding onto something, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Jennifer below him slowed down her pace, going in and out.

Hans finally couldn't take it anymore and pressed down her head on him.

Jennifer was not used to this. Her lips were small, so she could barely fit his p*nis into her mouth. She would pull it out every time before it reached her throat. Even then, she would still feel nauseated. Hans's pushing forced his p*nis right into her throat. The salty taste assaulted all her senses.

end, she couldn't hold back. She turned

her pink bra accentuated her nice figure. Her white shirt messily rested on her shoulder, revealing her shoulders, and her blue jeans exposed her hot figure in front of him. As she turned to her back, her slender waist and

you could take?" His cold voice tried to suppress his restlessness with a trace of irony. "It seems that you haven't learned anything from

nausea. She couldn't care less about his mocking. She lowered her head and retched for a long

anger and he lifted her up from the ground and threw her on the bed without saying

Jennifer imagined how blissful it would be if she could just

and his cold

up to her chin by him aggressively as he squeezed her body painfully. She gritted her teeth, trying not to make any sound. He rudely ripped off