Peeking through the half-open office door—thick brunette bent over her boss’s desk, ass up, blouse undone. Skirt rucked high enough to see lace panties already soaked. Young guy steps in like he owns the place, cock out before his zipper even hits the floor. No time for words: just hands gripping hips and a first thrust that makes her gasp into her sleeve. Office chair rolls closer as she takes it deeper—moans muffled but desperate. The intercom buzzes once, twice; they don’t stop.
