She’s wearing nothing but a flimsy top when he grabs her—shoplifting charges tossed aside like yesterday’s trash. That blue uniform shirt comes off fast, buttons flying as his hands rip at her bra next. Tits spill free while she whimpers, already wet from getting caught. No foreplay. Just rough palms on her hips as he yanks down those tiny panties mid-backroom struggle—pussy glistening under fluorescent lights before his cock even touches skin. She takes it all: doggy style over crates stacked high, face-down on the desk while he slams into that tight heat from behind, then flipped onto her back for deep strokes that make those big tits bounce.
