Papers rustle under elbows as she kneels between chairs, mouth sliding down shaft, saliva dripping onto wood floor. Desk lamp casts shadows on bare thighs. He stands, yanks her up—skirt hiked, panties aside. Cock presses into wet pussy from behind, her hands brace on keyboard, monitors flickering. Fabric bunches at waist, skin slaps skin. She twists around for more, tits spilling out blouse, riding him reverse on the chair. Sweat beads on necks, grip tightens on hips. Final pump floods her deep, legs quiver against desk leg.
