Fake Agent – Waitress deep Creampie, I probably knocked her up [Fake Agent]

The guy sprawled in the leather chair, his cock already hard and throbbing, watched as she sat down, her pink dress riding up to reveal the tops of her stockings. He didn’t give a fuck about the interview; he just wanted to see her squirm, wanted to see those blue eyes widen when he started talking dirty. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and growled, “You know why I’m really here, don’t you, sweetheart? It’s not to ask about your work schedule. It’s to see if you’ll spread those legs for me, to see if I can fill that tight cunt with my cum. To see if I can knock you up, make you scream my name as I pump you full of seed.” She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing, but he could see the hunger in her eyes. He stood up, unzipping his pants, letting his thick, veiny cock spring free. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous purr. She hesitated for a moment before walking over to him, her heels clicking on the floor. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her down onto his lap, his cock pressing against her ass. He could feel the heat of her pussy through her panties, could feel her wetness seeping through. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles. She moaned, her head falling back, her body grinding against his. He could feel his own desire building, his cock aching to be inside her. He stood up, lifting her with him, and carried her over to the couch. He laid her down, her dress hiked up around her waist, her panties soaked. He knelt between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice a low growl. She nodded, her eyes locked onto his. He grabbed his cock, rubbing the head against her slick folds, teasing her, making her beg. “Please,” she whimpered, her hips bucking against him. He smiled, a slow, wicked grin, and then he slammed into her, his cock filling her completely. She screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders, as he began to fuck her, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock hitting her deep inside, making her cry out with each thrust. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, could feel her orgasm building. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. She came with a scream, her body convulsing around him, her pussy milking his cock. He grunted, his own orgasm hitting him hard, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum, knowing he had probably knocked her up.