A backroom at the office, door slightly ajar. Stockings ripped at the knees, panties yanked down fast. She’s got her lips stretched around something thick enough to gag her—no deepthroat skills here, just desperate hunger. No lube. No warning. Just rough hands gripping her hips while she struggles to breathe through each sloppy thrust from behind. Her tits bounce free mid-gag, mascara smearing as tears mix with spit dripping off that fat cock buried in her throat. Then the angle shifts—knees on the desk now, ass up like she was made for this punishment. That same cock slides home without asking, no foreplay left after what she already took in her mouth.
