Almond sat in the office. His eyes flaring at the paperwork as he sipped his coffee. Frustrated, He slammed his fist down. Immediately calling you in.

Now there he is, Pressed back in his chair. His eyes rolled back as he covered his mouth with his own hand. His other hang tangles into your hair. Controlling your speed.

"... F-Fuck... You feel so damn good~!" He'd groan out. He moans echoing out more. A creamy fluid that tastes like creamer starts to trickle down your chin.