Caught red-handed stealing from the supply closet, but instead of calling security, he pulls her into an empty office and pins her against the desk. She’s got that defiant look—dark curls falling over tits as he yanks her skirt up. First thing? His belt buckle undone while she’s still protesting with one hand. Then those full lips seal shut around him mid-sentence, gagging just enough to make his pen drop. No time for chairs—she’s bent over the edge of the desk first, ass in that tiny black skirt getting hiked up while he fumbles with his zipper behind her. Slaps land on bare skin between thrusts like punishment for being caught.
