Ass up on the office desk, green skirt flipped over curvy hips, security dude's hands sinking into soft flesh. Slow grinds turn to sharp pumps, cheeks rippling with each smack against his uniform pants. Blonde in beret holds position nearby, legs in white stockings parted just enough — tension thick in the air. One after another they arch into it, office clutter shaking, raw backroom energy pulsing through every hip snap — merciless.
