The temporary accommodation arranged by the company was better than David had expected—a clean, tidy studio suite with a private shower and even a small kitchenette. And Sarah, the all-American sweetheart from the front desk, had clearly decided to use it as her after-hours "playpen."
David didn't wait for the door to fully close before tearing open her uniform blouse, buttons popping off like gunshots. Sarah laughed, tilting her head back as he pinned her against the cold metal wall, her legs expertly wrapping around his waist. He yanked her panties down, fingers roughly probing the already soaked entrance. She let out an exaggerated moan, her nails raking over old scars on his back.
"f**k me raw, miner boy," she panted, working his zipper down and freeing his erect c**k. Without preamb
