Office after hours—no cameras, no witnesses. She pretends to straighten files while he watches from behind his desk. Then bam—she drops to her knees right there on the carpet and takes him down throat like it’s second nature. But when she stands up? Her skirt rides up slow, showing off that wet pussy glistening under the fluorescent lights. Couch fucking gone wrong. He flips her over mid-thrust, yanking those stockings all the way off as he slams into her from behind. The couch creaks under them both—squeak-squeak—while she moans into the cushions and begs for more.
