The fluorescent lights hummed low in the 1980s boardroom as Lorelai pushed open the heavy oak door, her lacy bra and panties already visible beneath the unbuttoned silk blouse. Robert lounged in the leather chair, his mismatched eyes—one blue, one green—gleaming with intent. "You closed the deal, Lorelai. The boys earned their bonus, and you're it." She smirked, hips swaying as she stepped closer. "Earned? I did the heavy lifting while you watched, Robert. If they want a taste, they'd better ask nicely and prove they can handle a woman who knows her worth."
Three colleagues filed in, ties loosened, eyes hungry. Lorelai arched a brow. "Look at you lot, already hard. My pussy's wet just thinking about turning you into puddles." She dropped to her knees, freeing the first cock and taking it in a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as milk began dripping from her small tits onto the carpet. "Mmm, salty and eager. Don't come too fast—I'm not done directing this rodeo."
The men circled, one lapping at her dripping pussy while another tongued her ass, their breaths hot through the soaked lace. They sucked her milk relentlessly, collecting the sweet fluid in a crystal decanter as she panted, "That's it, drink up like it's oxygen. My body's the prize, not your toy—make me cum and maybe I'll let you photograph the evidence." Robert's voice cut in, cool and commanding: "Rotate. Double her pleasure."
Lorelai stayed strong, guiding hands as they all pleasured her at once—fingers vibrating inside her, tongues on her coated lingerie, one cock thrusting into her ass while another filled her pussy in simultaneous penetration. She came hard, squirting across their faces, sweat glistening as she moaned wittily, "Swollen already? Pound through it, boys. This horny pussy and ass can take the breeding roulette."
Milk dripped steadily while they milked her tits, old hands gripping as they dehumanized her with grunts of "Take it, slut," yet she fired back, "Call me that again and I'll ride you till you beg." Cum painted her skin as they rotated, forced anal restraint heightening every thrust.
Robert rose at last, stretching her open himself in a final, relentless rhythm captured on video by the others. She squirted again, panting through the overload.
"Round one was just the warm-up, darling—next chapter, the whole floor joins."
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