The Tit Crowd With Johnny Sins, Emily B. – Brazzers

Title: “The Tit Crowd: A Saucy British Breakaway”

In the heart of London’s financial district, there exists an elite office that houses some of the most delectable Ladies ever to grace the workforce. Led by the busty, tattooed vixen Emily B, this group of voluptuous vixens are known as “The Tit Crowd,” and they’re all about breaking away from the norm!

None of these girls are afraid to flaunt what they’ve got. Sky-high heels click and clack as they strut down the hallways in their Barbie-pink stockings and form-fitting dresses that leave little to the imagination. Bathed in a wash of soft, office lighting, their piercings glint temptingly.

And then there’s Emily B herself – a tantalizing brunette British bombshell with an insatiable appetite for… well, everything! With her creamy skin, piercing blue eyes, and a rack that could lactate a whole orphanage, it’s no wonder she commands attention wherever she goes. But she’s more than just a pretty (t)face; Emily is a force to be reckoned with, a powerhouse who rises up the ladder through sheer talent and ‘ Determination to succeed.

One fateful afternoon, as Emily lounged on the plush leather couch in her swanky executive office, she had a stroke of genius. “Fuck this,” she murmured to herself, uncrossing and recrossing her long legs. “If these stuffy pricks won’t give me my raise, I’ll make some serious cheddar on my own terms!”

She pulled out her sleek Diamondphone and dialed up her old pal Johnny Sins, a Hollywood stud known for banging his way through every leading lady. “Baby, I need you to rock my world,” she cooed. “But let’s take it public this time. I wanna show these pencil-pushers what a real woman is capable of, if you know what I mean.”

And so, it came to pass that Em and Johnny decided to rock the office and blow more than just their noses during their saucy little screen test. The duo arrived at the office bright and early, ready to knock heels off the shores. As the receptionist ushered them in, Em couldn’t help herself from getting a little taste of the goods while they waited.

“Careful, Johnny,” she cooed, stroking his face with her perfectly manicured fingers. “I can’t help myself! You’re like a snack-sized steak that always leaves me craving seconds.” To which Johnny simply winked, replying with his devastating dimpled smirk.

Pretty soon, the entire office was abuzz with hushed whispers and scandalised gasps as the dynamic duo went about their business. From Emily’s windowed office (hey, privacy is so 1999!) you could just make out tantalising glimpses of the action: creamy thighs spread wide, tattooed hands grasping, Johnny’s silky hair between Emily’s legs…

The final act was absolutely devastating. As Johnny wrapped his arms around Em from behind, those golden-ratio abs shimmering with sweat, his velvety shaft gently nestled between her cheeks, he leaned in low and whispered, “now, remember what we agreed onлоў”

“Oh Johnny,” Em sighed dreamily, “I’ll give you the asymmetrical outreach package.”

That’s right, baby. She already had his number.

With a sly grin, Johnny reached down and slowly, torturously began to slip his thick, veiny shaft in between those heavenly globes of glistening ass. Emily gasped, her back arching as he filled her completely, stretching her deliciously around his girthy Willie. Rising up into a full ‘meaty envelope stand’ position, arms hooked around his neck for dear life, Em braced herself against the desk as Johnny began to rock those hips and work that wild side.

Johnny grabbed her juicy rump with both hands, no-holes-barred, and began slapping them with the full force of his lust, leaving two neon-red palm prints branded on her asscheeks. Not for nothing was he called “The Disciplinarian.” After a few deep, purposeful thrusts that have Em clawing at the desk for all she’s worth, Johnny reaches up to tweak those fat, poufy tits – all the while gazing deeply into Emily’s eyes.

Faded swear words are inked on every exposed inch of her body; on her collarbone, on her nape where no one else but Johnny has ever kissed it, on her belly button, and even on the valley of her breasts.

As their bodies crashed together in a frenzied fury of grunts and gyrations, Emily’s eyes slowly rolled back in orgasmic bliss, revealing a British ‘pupil’ on the Japanese shoujo aesthetic…and that’s when Johnny knew he had her.

The grand finale was nothing short of breathtaking. With a banshee-like wail, Emily came hard, her slick juices gushing out like a geyser around Johnny’s pounding shaft. She started to come down from her high, legs shaking as she collapsed onto the desk in a sweaty, satisfied heap. Johnny pulled out with an earth-shattering groan and flipped her over onto her back – and bam! He gave her the facial she’ll never forget, shooting pearly ropes of spunk all across her cheeks and down to her chest like a human Jackson Pollock.

“Fuckin’ hot,” he said simply, wiping the last few drops off onto her nipple, which he then playfully tweaked and pinched. Emily laughed weakly, too dazed and weak to move.

Just then, Britney, a perky blonde paralegal, peeked her head around the corner, face flushed a fetching shade of scarlet. “Alright you two, nobody’s gonna get any work done at this rate!”

“What’s the matter, Britney? Afraid you might enjoy yourself for once?” Emily shot back, lifting herself up and making a great show of licking her lips as she savored the salty, sticky remnants on her face.

“…I wouldn’t say no if you’re offering, boss,” Britney replied with a coy little giggle, batting her eyelashes at Johnny. To which he simply replied, “My pleasure, love, in more ways than one.”

…But we’ll leave the rest to your imagination. Let’s just say the ladies of The Tit Crowd had an office meeting like no other after that. One that everyone will remember, as they tended to their post-coital soreness with a tension-easing conference call with the temp agency about filling a spot for the cutest little minx, Adventurous Aliyah…

…But THAT, my friend, is a story for another time.