Office chair rolling backward. She’s bent at the waist, skirt riding up to her hips, panties shoved aside. Every thrust makes her tits sway under her blouse. He grips her hips and slams in, balls slapping her clit. Switches to missionary on the floor — her legs hooked over his shoulders, ankles crossed behind his back. He pulls her closer, cock buried to the root. She gasps, nails digging into his shoulders. A toy buzzes nearby, forgotten. When he pulls out, she flips onto her stomach, ass up, and begs for it again. Pounding resumes, her pussy gushing with every stroke — wet sounds echoing off the cubicles. Comes with a shudder, cream dripping down her thighs.
