Would it be too much to ask for one person in the office to acknowledge you shouldn’t be using your female penis to stomach-fuck your coworkers? Seminal juice was leaking from the girl’s nose and the stretched corners of her mouth. “Oh, it’s nothing, Boss,” Lola stammered. Pushing away a horny futa’s crotch was futile in Kumin’s experience, but she always felt like she had to try, at least to show Linda or anyone else who might be passing by that this was Lola being Lola and that the unfortunate name she had been given at birth and mocked for her whole life was not an invitation for people to ‘Cum-In Her-Throat.’ Her jaw muscles could fend off a soft futa cock, but not a rock-hard one, and Lola’s cock didn’t take long to swell to its full length and girth. Linda returned Kumin’s smile and shook her hand. “Hey, she was hiding those well. Kumin suspected she was a pampered child who never grew up. So when Linda pulled Kumin’s breasts out of the cleavage of her jumpsuit, Kumin did not have the strength to slap her away. The other woman with a short red bob had kind eyes and soft features.
