She knew someone was there but didn’t stop. Boss’s wife in a tight blouse, bent over his desk with her ass out, legs spread just enough for him to bury himself deep. No whispering, no hesitation—just raw fucking like they’ve done this before. He grabs her hips and slams into her from behind while she moans loud enough to wake the whole building. Then she turns around mid-thrust, straddles his lap on the edge of the desk, and rides him slow—tits bouncing as he reaches up to pinch those nipples through silk.
