Cater-Waiter Quickie

Two cater-waiters hustle through setup, Ariel Demure and Ashley Stones brushing past each other in tight spaces. Ashley can’t quit staring at her big tits bouncing under that fitted shirt. When she slips outside for air, he follows like a dog on a scent. He leans in with the corniest lines he can cook up, and she laughs right in his face, calls him an idiot, yet keeps inching closer. After a minute of that back-and-forth she drops the hammer: she’d never date a coworker, but she’ll fuck one right now. Ashley’s grin could light the parking lot. He points to a tucked-away spot; she grabs his wrist and marches him there, hungry for the quick, filthy break they both need. Inside she drops to her knees, pulls his cock out, and swallows him deep, drool spilling down her chin as she throats every inch. He grips her hair and fucks her mouth, then spins her around, yanks her pants down, and pushes straight into her ass. She pushes back hard, taking every thrust while her heavy tits swing free. He flips her onto her back, keeps pounding that tight hole until he can’t hold it, then pulls out and paints her face thick and white.