Scene Description:

Zara bursts into Danny's office, dead set on dismantling his empire, but the cocky bastard has been stroking himself all evening, waiting to spring his trap. She's clutching the stolen files, wondering if he's really the ruthless mastermind she's heard about—especially when his hungry gaze keeps raking over her tits like he's already imagining them bouncing. Before she can react, he's flipped her onto his desk, yanking her head back as he rams his thick, throbbing cock straight down her throat, fucking her face with raw, desperate thrusts while she chokes and drools all over him. Is this his perfect setup, or has she just turned the tables with her own dripping-wet scheme?