Why I, a Contract Worker, Can Pound My Manager's Pussy

Even after sex was over, Jia and I stayed tangled up naked for a while.

We pressed our sweat-damp skin together, tangled our thighs, and rubbed our lingering warmth against each other.

"Oh, ooh."

Jia was completely vulnerable, captured in my arms, naked.

Every time I rubbed my cock against her lush pussy, still savoring the aftershocks of her climax, her skin grew hot.

I kept kissing the completely unguarded Manager, sprawled on her back, holding her in both arms so her warmth wouldn't fade.

"Mwah. Mmm. Mmmwah? Opp. Churu. Slurp."

The Manager had no energy to think deeply. With a dazed look in her eyes, she returned my kisses just as I gave them.

"Mwah. Mwah. Mwah."

"Lick, lick."...