You weren’t supposed to see this. The door creaked just enough for her to glance up from the desk chair—blonde hair messy, panties already soaked through—and instead of stopping, she smiled. That’s when you knew this wasn’t an accident. She’s got that authority—bossy voice still dripping with command as she spreads herself wider on your leather office chair. Thick thighs shaking while her fingers work faster, like she’s been waiting for someone to catch her. Then the first twitch hits—her back arches off the seat as cum floods out between those swollen lips, and all pretenses are gone. No lube needed here.
