Dark office corner, plastic sheets crinkling under them, flashlight beam bouncing off exposed skin. Guard's hands clamp her full tits, nipples hard under rough fingers. She grabs his stiff cock, fingers wrapping tight, stroking slow at first. Caught in the act, she drops low, lips stretching around the head, gagging deep in the shadows. Kneels on the cold floor, office clothes shoved aside, sucking sloppy while he grips her dark hair. Tension builds fast—throat bulging, spit dripping, eyes watering in the low light. He pulls her up, bends her over against the wall, slides in raw from behind. Her ass pushes back, taking every stroke amid the eerie blue haze and scattered papers.
