She thought no one was watching as she straddled that office chair like it was a throne. Thighs slick with her own need, blue dress hiked up just enough for him to see—her fingers diving deep into that tight, dripping cunt. Pretends to type but every keystroke is timed with slow circles against her clit. Then he comes in from ‘work’ and catches her mid-thrust over the armrest—no bra, no panties, just raw hunger. Flips her onto the desk like an amateur mistake; legs spread wide enough for his face to feast first before he buries himself balls-deep inside. The whole time? She never stopped pretending.
