Desk edge digs into her bare back, legs splayed wide over phone and lingerie scraps. Short dark hair frames that hungry face, tits flat on wood while fingers circle her slit. Kneeling turns sloppy fast—cock shoved down her throat from above, hands gripping chair rails, spit shining on shaft. Store room racks loom with hats, flip flops dangling. She arches off the table next, pussy glistening under harsh light, body tense like she's earning her release. Balls-deep gags echo off metal shelves, punishing throat-fuck building to desk-pound frenzy.
