"S-Sarah, what are you doing here? You know it's my wedding anniversary today and it's the one day I have sex with my wife all year!" "Oh, I know... that's why I came by to visit you at work. Mr. Big CEO, slaving away in business, with his Mistress on his mind. I'll never let you forget about me." Her demure yet provocative business attire belies a she-devil inside: tight pencil skirt, pink blazer, and a black lace teddy underneath. She slides her thigh between his legs and leans into him. He's never been able to resist her charms, and she knows it. She removes her blazer and pulls down her skirt, so that her sexy lingerie takes center stage. She soon pulls down the lace bodice, revealing her glorious bare breasts. He nervously glances at the clock, as she unties his tie and uses it as a collar to pull him closer to her breasts. Oh, those big, beautiful, soft breasts. He paid for them. She crawls all over him, dancing in his lap and caressing his body. Unbuttoning his shirt. Nibbling his ear. His wife will be here at any moment, to go on their anniversary date, and he would lose everything if she walked in on this. Not only his marriage and his house - this would ruin him completely. But he can't resist the blinding urge within him - for her. What would happen if, on the one day you have sex with her, you're all out of cum? That would be highly suspicious, wouldn't it? She takes his cock out of his pants, erect and nervous. Once it's in her hands, it's a steep and slippery slope into ecstasy. It only takes seconds for his arousal to take over and scramble his brain. His eyes forget about the clock and focus on what she's doing with her mouth. Jesus fucking christ, that mouth. Once she latches on to your penis, it's all over. No matter how he protests, his resistance is pitiful and he resigns to the pleasure. His eyes roll to the back of his head as she swallows him whole. Now he's completely possessed by sexual energy and he lets her take his cock. She knows how to drive him crazy and she won't stop until he cums. And oh boy does he cum! Covering her breasts and neck with pure concentrated sin, he gasps for air and tries to shake the fog from his mind. He looks at the clock again - his wife will be here any minute! She gathers his cum in her fingers - whatever didn't stain his pants, that is! How is he going to explain that?? Well, that sounds like his problem and not hers. Casually, she mentions their little arrangement and how tightly he wants her mouth to stay (when it's not sucking his cock). The best way to keep her quiet is money. More and more money. Unless he wants to be found out. This cum of his is pure evidence, and it's her continuous ticket into his bank accounts. The cycle continues, as long as she has access to his penis... As she closes the door and walks out of the office, he hears her exclaim, "Oh, hi Mrs. Cartel! Congratulations, I hope you enjoy your romantic anniversary dinner!" and he scrambles to pull up his pants and fasten his belt.