Scotty needs to have his taxes done, so he goes to Sierra Fontaine‘s office. This babe is the sexiest tax accountant he’s ever observed. This 63-year-old babe is wearing a sheer top fastened just under her bazookas. Her abdomen button is in nature’s garb. That babe has lengthy strawberry-blond hair, and she’s wearing a very short skirt, so short that we can watch the tops of her stockings. And that babe has very lengthy legs.
Scotty takes notice her. Sierra takes notice him. That babe can’t live out of what this babe sees.
“Wow, he is so sexy and hawt,” Sierra thinks. “I wish all my clients looked love him. And he’s so juvenile. I wonder if this man has a big schlong?”
They kick off working. Turns out Scotty is trying to claim some unconventional tax deductions.
“I seem to see a lot of lingerie purchases,” Sierra says. Meanwhile, she’s thinking, “Does that dude wish me? I wonder if he’s ever had sex with a much-older female-dom.”
Scotty explains that he buys lingerie for the girls he goes out with. Sierra says, “I adore underware myself. I’m just not sure if those can be considered tax deductions.”
But that babe still can not concentrate. This babe is eying Scotty up and down and saying to herself, “I’m getting so soaked. I cant screw one of my clients, can I?”
Well, truly, she can. To the majority excellent of our knowledge, there is no thing in the Tax Accountant’s Code that says, “You cant shag your clients.” So Sierra excuses herself…and when she comes back…yowzer! She’s changed into a skimpy bra and knickers and a sheer robe.
Bears a resemblance to tax time is about to get a lot more interesting.
Sierra sucks Scotty’s large, dark wang and takes it unfathomable in her granny bawdy cleft. And–get willing now!–she acquires drilled in her tight booty.
Tax time is pleasure time. Betcha nobody ever told that before!
And by the way, Sierra indeed is an accountant.