Blowjob starts it. Italian MILF in blue uniform shirt unbuttoned, ponytail swinging, kneels by desk for cock-sucking duty. Baton in one hand, meat in her mouth—lips seal tight around the shaft, cheeks hollowing with pull. You feel the uniform fabric rasp against bare skin, her fingers clamp the base. Ever wonder how a cougar handles detention? She stands, skirt hiked, bends him over world map wall. Hands roam his chest while she grinds close, boots planted firm. Desk clears fast. Tits out, tie dangling between them, she mounts up—weight pressing down, hips rolling savage. Sweat beads on collarbone. Office air thick with it. Finishes with throat stuffed full, no gag, just gulp.
