Tan lines from a lifetime of sunbathers’ bras map her collarbone as she leans in. Office lights flicker off just enough to hide the way her lips seal around him without permission. No panties between thighs when she spreads wide for that first greedy pull. Desk creaks under weight as fingers dig into wood—she’s not done yet. Boss’s tie loosens but stays knotted around his neck because this isn’t about him stopping it; it’s about who gets caught first. Moans vibrate against skin when teeth graze sensitive underside. Back arched over the chair now, ass pressing into fabric like she wants more than just a handjob.
