She knew someone was watching. Blonde hair messy from gripping it too tight, lips stretched obscenely around that fat dildo like she’s trying to swallow it whole. Office chair creaks under her weight as she bobs up and down, gagging just enough to make it real—slobber dripping onto the keyboard below. The screen saver flickers with spreadsheets but all she cares about is getting deeper, tongue pressing against its veins while her free hand kneads at nothing between her legs. Didn’t expect this when you sat down at your desk this morning.
