Office cubicle at closing time, lights off but still buzzing. Blonde in her late thirties kneeling on the desk, tie wrapped around her wrists like she’s caught doing something forbidden. Skirt hitched up over stockings—no panties underneath. He leans against the partition wall, cock out, and she doesn’t even look back as she takes it slow then slams down harder. Switches to cowgirl right there on the sticky paperweight-strewn surface. Tits swinging loose from her bra straps unclasped long ago. Doesn’t care who hears—the printer spitting out receipts behind them like an audience clapping along.
