She pretends to work on spreadsheets but can’t hide the way she grinds against his desk chair. Boss Maximo Garcia peeks over her shoulder—her skirt ridden up, panties soaked—and doesn’t even bother asking permission before yanking them down. Bent over the corner of his mahogany desk, tits swinging as he slams into her from behind. She gasps when he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls just hard enough to make it hurt. Then she turns around, straddles him in that tight-assed blouse with no bra showing through, and rides him like she owns his office. His hands grip those thick thighs as he bucks up into her wet pussy—‘Oh fuck you’re so tight,’ he growls between thrusts.
