Didn’t mean to walk in—just needed a drink—but there she is on her knees in front of the desk, inked arms wrapped tight around his waist while he fucks that pretty face. Tattoos crawling up her neck as she gags, spit dripping down chin but never letting go. Then it flips—back arched over the table, legs spread for those hungry lips between thick thighs. Didn’t expect to see this side of her.
