Amandine leaned against her office window at Logan, darker blonde hair framing her slightly chubby frame as she watched the crowds below. Passengers rushed like ants, none the wiser to the private view. "Jer, get in here," she called, her French accent sharpening the command. Her 35-year-old subordinate shuffled in, cheeks flushed, eyes darting. "The 7:15 to Paris is backed up again. What now, boss?"
She turned, bold yet with that shy spark, a neat trim hinting beneath her skirt. "Forget the flight for a minute. Look at them down there—hustling, blind to us. It makes my pussy throb, knowing they can't see what I'm about to do to you." Jer hesitated, voice low. "Amandine, your husband... this is risky. But if you want—"
"Oh, stop being so shy," she teased, stepping close, witty and flirty. "My older fool thinks I'm buried in reports while I cuckold him with my star performer. Your cock's already hard, isn't it? I can tell by that bulge. Come on, degrade your French slut—tell me how you're going to wreck this tight ass while the world watches from afar."
Jer swallowed, then grinned, playing along. "Fine, you horny tease. Get on your knees. Show me that dripping wet pussy first." Amandine smirked, strong and in charge, hiking her skirt to reveal her trimmed mound already glistening. She dropped, unzipping him. "That's it—feed me your hard cock for a blowjob. Make it filthy." She took him deep, tongue swirling, as he panted, "God, your mouth's magic. Suck it like the dirty wife you are."
She pulled back, eyes gleaming. "Now bend me over this desk. I want to see every stranger while you pound my ass." Jer, hesitant no more, thrust into her wet pussy from behind, gripping her chubby hips. "Take it, you filthy thing—your husband's missing how this cock owns you." They moved in rhythm, sweating, her small breasts pressing the glass. "Harder, Jer—make my pussy cum!" she moaned, dripping down her thighs. He pounded faster, ass slapping, until she came hard, followed by his explosive release, cum filling her as they panted in the afterglow, the terminal buzzing unaware below.
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