Office lights flicker like they’re about to burn out. Tan lines on thick thighs press against that cheap wood desk as she drags him into the corner by his tie, no warning, no hesitation. His cock’s already out before her blouse hits the floor—wet lips seal around it fast, gagging once before she pulls back with a glistening smirk. No foreplay. Just sloppy urgency: ass up on paperwork-strewn furniture while he hammers her from behind, fingers digging into saggy hips until they both lose their grip on decorum. The chair creaks under her weight when she flips onto his lap next—stockings snagged on his belt buckle—and rides him hard enough to make the framed diplomas rattle.
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