A sunlit office with blinds half-drawn, the air thick with unspoken rules. She’s wearing his shirt now, not hers—his belt buckle digging into her hips as he pins her down. Cock slides in before she even finishes undressing, fingers tangled in that messy blonde hair pulling just hard enough to make it hurt good. Deepthroat on a desk drawer edge while his handballs slap against her tits. Ass up for him, face down for the world outside those windows. No safe words needed when you’re this far past consent. The final shot? Her legs spread wide as he buries himself inside again—this time staying.
