Phone wedged between a coffee mug and a stack of files. She straddles his lap in a cubicle, skirt bunched around her waist, thighs gripping his hips. His tie gets yanked loose while his belt buckle clatters against the desk edge. Every stroke pulls her ass cheeks apart, fingers clawing at the armrests. Switches to bent-over, ass up on the desk, heels still on, cock buried to the balls. A printer starts beeping in the background like it’s cheering her on. Cumshot lands on her stomach, then she wipes it off with a Post-it and smirks at the camera.
