Big tits hot Latina fucks at job interview
They say you only have one chance to make a first impression. For Marissa, an ambitious Latina beauty, her first impression at the job interview landed her more than just the position – it landed her in the lap of the interviewers, writhing in ecstasy.
Marissa appeared at the interview wearing a snug white blouse that emphasized her ample cleavage, and a short black skirt that hugged her curvy hips. She sauntered into the room, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Her interviewer, a gray-haired man with piercing blue eyes, couldn’t keep his gaze off her full, pouty lips and the way her hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders.
“So, Marissa, tell me about yourself,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair as he eyed her up and down.
Marissa smiled, batting her long lashes. “Well, what I really want to tell you is how badly I want this job. I’d do anything to prove myself.”
As if on cue, she unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, revealing an enticing glimpse of her lacy bra. The interviewer’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t protest as Marissa slid her hand along his thigh.
“Tell me, do you have the courage to make difficult decisions?” he asked gruffly. “Decisions that would put your own pleasure ahead of others’ judgment of you?”
Reaching over, Marissa began to unzip the interviewer’s slacks. “I’m not afraid of anything or anyone,” she purred, freeing his hardening cock from its confines. She wrapped her ample breasts around his shaft, her nippled peeking out from her bra as she did.
The interview continued in this fashion. At every question, Marissa thought up new ways to use her voluptuous body to sway him to her side. At a request to determine her flexibility, she spread her legs wide and penetrated herself with two fingers, pushing her skirt up around her waist as she did. At a question as to her dedication, she sucked his cock while stroking his balls, her talented tongue making him shudder with pleasure.
As the interview drew to a close, Marissa found herself bent over the interviewer’s desk, skirt hiked up over her ass, as he rammed into her from behind. “You really want this job, don’t you?” he grunted, smacking her ass cheek as he drove into her sopping wet pussy. “You want to prove how badly you’ll do anything to land your dream position.”
“Yes!” Marissa cried out. “I’m going to be the best secretary you’ve ever had!”
In a swift maneuver, the interviewer lifted her up and spun her around, planting her on the edge of the desk. Spreading her legs wide, he pushed into her again, savoring the feel of her hot, slick folds. Marissa threw her head back in ecstasy, her ample breasts heaving as she moaned his name repeatedly.
As the interview came to a close, their bodies intertwined, all thoughts of any other outcome forgotten in the haze of lust and pleasure. The interviewer knew the position was Marissa’s – after all, she’d landed every job she’d applied for. When she set her sights on something, nothing could hold her back, not even the constraints of propriety.
“Well, Marissa,” the interviewer said as he pulled her close, her naked body slick with sweat against his, “I think you’ve made your case very clear. This job is yours.”
“And what about a raise?” Marissa asked slyly, nipping at his ear. “I think I deserve a little bonus for showing initiative.”
He laughed. “I think that can be arranged.”
Together, man and womancline-m, satiated and satisfied, knew this was just the beginning of a mutually beneficial partnership. Whatever challenges the future might hold, they’d tackle them together – and if interviews were involved, Marissa would be more than happy to feel her interviewer up on a regular basis.
