Scene Description:

Marcos was lost in his spreadsheets when his insatiable fiancée Sunny, his fellow office drone, leaned in with a wicked grin and purred that she needed his cock in her mouth right fucking there at his desk. He muttered it was insane and they'd get caught, but she dropped to her knees anyway, yanking his zipper down and swallowing him to the hilt with greedy, sloppy sucks that made his knees buckle. Her tongue swirled hot and wet around his throbbing shaft, spit dripping down his balls as she bobbed faster, moaning like she couldn't get enough—until the door slammed open and their boss Savannah Gold stormed in, catching them mid-act with Sunny's lips stretched wide around him. Savannah's eyes blazed with rage as she barked that they were both fired, but Sunny pulled off with a filthy pop, wiped her chin, and flashed that persuasive smile while offering Savannah a filthy three-way deal she couldn't possibly turn down.