Peeked through the half-open office door and saw her—the prim secretary with the pencil skirt and tight blouse—now riding a cock on her boss’s desk like it was payday. Chair squeaks as she takes every inch deep, tits bouncing free from her bra. He flips her around mid-thrust, rips off those panties for good measure, and when she comes? The whole building could hear it through the thin walls. No lube needed—just raw hunger between two people who shouldn’t be doing this.
