'You shouldn’t be watching this.' Purple glow from the disco ball makes her blouse cling to sweat-slick tits as she grips the edge of that polished mahogany desk. He didn’t expect to walk in on his secretary bent over, panties around ankles, pussy already glistening under those cheap fluorescent lights they never fix. ‘Shh—’ She bites her lip when he yanks her hips back, but it turns into a moan when he stretches her out with both hands on the keyboard tray. Thick cock splits her wide open; every thrust makes the stapler rattle against its tray like a warning no one listens to.
