Lace barely covers it before the fingers rip through. Panties pool around ankles while lips seal over clit—office cubicle walls muffling desperate moans. Tongue swipes up, past swollen lips, diving deep where she’s already dripping. Hands grip desk edges as teeth tug at nipple through sheer bra fabric. Boss’s cock presses against thigh from behind, thick and hot. She turns fast—panting mouth opens wider when he slams inside without warning. Lips still sticky with her own taste as he fucks upward, hips snapping against ass cheeks that jiggle with every brutal thrust. Back to knees on carpeted floor now, white dress hiked up like a flag for his greedy hands.
