Office couch creaks under the weight of a curvy brunette in a white blouse and glasses. She starts slow, rolling her hips with practiced ease, fingers digging into the armrest as her skirt rides up. Dark hair falls forward with each deliberate stroke, her breath coming faster as she switches to deep, grinding circles. Hands clamp down on her hips from behind, pulling her back onto every thrust until the couch groans in protest. Glasses slip down her nose as she arches back, tits pressing against the blouse, her mouth falling open in a silent moan. The room smells like leather and sweat, the bookshelves barely visible through the haze of her focus.
