She pretends to answer emails but leans over that desk just enough for you to see. Thick thighs clamped tight around his head, tongue swirling deep while her fingers dig into his hair. Doesn’t even look up when he groans—just hums against the shaft like she’s been practicing this since high school. Then that happens—the way her hips buck when he finally lets go of control, grinding down hard on his face until cum shoots out in thick ropes. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, licks lips slow like a sinner who knows better than to stop. Cock buried raw in that tight little throat before switching to riding him doggy-style on the desk chair. No panties ever.
