"Marcus, what are you saying.
I'm at work"
At the sight of my dick and a whiff of the musky scent that wafted off it, the fog within Annie's head tried to rise, but the woman unsurprisingly pushed it down once more.
Like the Milf said, she was at work.
Annie had barely just gotten out of the frying pan, she wasn't looking to get back in.
Now, when the city was in turmoil and she had been tasked with settling the hearts of its people, it was paramount that she embodied discipline and principle.
"Work that I gave you, remember."
My left hand found its way to Annie's blond hair, seeping between the strands and stroking her head.
Within seconds, my cock swelled and soon Annie was no longer looking at any random object in her office but at my dick, its semi-hard length standing before her eyes.
Holding her head with my left, I used my right hand to press my cock on her mouth, rubbing it's tip across her lips, and then I pushed.
