Scotty needs to have his taxes done, so that smooth operator goes to Sierra Fontaine‘s office. She’s the sexiest tax accountant he’s ever observed. This 63-year-old playgirl is wearing a sheer top tied just under her boobies. Her abdomen button is in nature’s garb. She has long strawberry-blond hair, and she is wearing a very short skirt, so short that we can see the tops of her nylons. And she has very long legs.
Scotty pays attention her. Sierra notices him. That babe likes what she sees.
“Wow, that stud is so hawt and sexy,” Sierra thinks. “I desire all my clients looked adore him. And he’s so juvenile. I wonder if this buck has a big meat-thermometer?”
They start working. Turns out Scotty is trying to claim some unconventional tax deductions.
“I appear to be to see plenty of lingerie purchases,” Sierra says. Meanwhile, this babe is thinking, “Does that man want me? I wonder if that Lothario is ever had sex with a much-older lady.”
Scotty explains that this woman chaser buys underware for the gals this chab goes out with. Sierra says, “I adore underware myself. I am just not sure if these can be considered tax deductions.”
But this babe still cant concentrate. She’s eying Scotty up and down and saying to herself, “I’m getting so damp. I can not bonk one of my clients, can I?”
Well, indeed, this babe can. To the topmost of our knowledge, there’s nothing in the Tax Accountant’s Code that says, “You cant bonk your clients.” So Sierra excuses herself…and when that babe comes back…yowzer! She’s changed into a skimpy undergarment and knickers and a sheer robe.
Has the appearance of tax time is about to acquire a lot more interesting.
Sierra sucks Scotty’s large, dark wang and takes it unfathomable in her granny fur pie. And–get ready now!–she receives rogered in her tight gazoo.
Tax time is pleasure time. Betcha nobody ever told that before!
And by the way, Sierra really is an accountant.