Surprise for Boss. Real sex with dirty talk

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Video Title: “Surprise for Boss”

[Scene opens with a busty Russian secretary, NATALYA, sitting at her desk, filing her nails and waiting for her boss to arrive.]

NATALYA: (under breath) Come on, you creepy old pervert, hurry up and get here so we can get this little “meeting” started.

[Dmitri, a middle-aged, balding man with a pot belly, enters the office, coffee in hand.]

DMITRI: (loudly) Good morning, Natalya! Is everything ready for our…mmm…special meeting today?

NATALYA: (smiling sweetly) Yes, Dmitri, I’ve prepared everything just how you like it.

[Dmitri walks over to her desk and “accidentally” spills coffee on her blouse, revealing her lacy bra underneath.]

DMITRI: (smirking) Oops! I’m so clumsy. Here, let me help you clean that up.

[Dmitri wipes at her breasts awkwardly with a napkin, copping a feel. Natalya smacks his hand away.]

NATALYA: (hissingly) Not now, dummy! Wait until we’re alone.

[Dmitri nods sheepishly, and Natalya gets up and goes to close the blinds on the office windows. She returns and stands in front of him.]

NATALYA: Okay, now… let’s get started.

[She slowly unbuttons her blouse, shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor. She reaches behind to unhook her lacy bra but suddenly stops, with an exasperated look on her face.]

NATALYA: Forget it. This stupid bra never cooperates.

[She walks over to the office sofa and flops down on it, impatiently waving her hand at Dmitri.]

NATALYA: Well? Are you going to help me with this or not?

[Dmitri hurries over and kneels in front of her. With fumbling fingers, he struggles with the clasp on her bra for a few seconds before finally getting it unhooked. It falls open, revealing her large, round breasts.]

DMITRI: ( avert his eyes) Do you want to do the rest, Natalya? I’m not very good at this sort of thing…

[She rolls her eyes and sits up, reaching behind to slide off the bra entirely. It joins her blouse on the floor. She lies back down and stretches languidly.]

NATALYA: Mmm, that’s better… now why don’t you come taste these, baby?

[Dmitri leers at her and begins to lean in. As his face inches closer to her breasts, Natalya suddenly sits up and shoves him in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards on the floor.]

NATALYA: (laughing) Just kidding, asshole. I’d never let you near these. Now get your pants off before I change my mind.

[Dmitri scrambles to obey, trying to look sexy as he wiggles out of his slack suit pants. He bends over to pull them off and gives Natalya quite an eyeful of his rump as his undershorts ride up.]

NATALYA: (gagging) Oh god. Not sure if I can go through with this…

[Dmitri, hearing that, quickly pulls down his shorts and dives on top of Natalya in a tangle of arms and legs. They struggle for a minute before she finally manages to get him on his back with her straddling his hips.]

NATALYA: (huffing) Stay still, you fat pig. And cover that thing, it’s disgusting.

[She grinds her panty-clad crotch against his hardness for a few moments before reaching down to yank her thong aside. Dmitri reaches for his dick but she slaps his hand away.]

NATALYA: No, not yet! I’m not ready…

[She grinds on him for a bit longer, gritting her teeth and looking pained. Dmitri reaches for her breasts again and she tolerates it this time, grudgingly. A few minutes later, midwifing his penis with her hand, she lowers herself onto him with a muffled shriek. Her face takes on a look of determined unpleasantness.]

NATALYA: (through clenched teeth) Fuck… it’s so hard… I can feel every fucking vein… ungh!… this is horrible…

[She begins to gyrate on top of him, her movements jerky and perfunctory. He reaches for her hips to guide her but she bats his hands away.]

NATALYA: (panting) Stop it! You can’t tell me what to do! I’m just humoring this gross fucker until he blows his load… uhn… leaky piss hole…

[Dmitri’s face twists in humiliated confusion.]

NATALYA: (panting harder) Come on, Dmitri… ungh… fat boy… fuck me… I hate it… I need to hate it… hate yourself… drilling… me… with… your… sick… cock!

[She grinds down particularly hard and feels him shudder underneath her. She grabs for a box of tissues and holds them out while continuing to hump.]

NATALYA: Is it happening?… are you going to squirt?… Oh god do it, do it, I can’t take any more of this! Squirt it out! Squirt it all over me! Cover this pain slut in your fifth! Glaze me! Mark me as your whore server!

[She pants and jerks her hips furiously as he coming with a sound halfway between a moan and a sob. Natalya rolls off him with the tissues, wiping his viscus spunk off her thighs.]

DMITRI: (breathless) Was it… okay? Did you… did you come too?

[She crumples up the tissues and throws them at him.]

NATALYA: No, you retarded fuck. This was all for you. Now leave.

[He gets up and meekly exits the office. Once alone, Nataliya drops her head in her hands and sobs.]

NATALYA: (whispering) I fucking hate this job… I fucking hate this town…

[FADE OUT.]