Break room door locked. White walls, fluorescent light buzzing overhead. Her skirt hiked up around her waist before she even sits down on his desk—pantyless, lips already stretched tight around his cock like she’s been waiting years. Interns’ voices muffled through the thin panel as he grabs her hips hard enough to bruise. No teasing. No slow build. Just a desperate tongue swiping cum off his shaft mid-throat while he yanks her onto the desk by the thighs—ass exposed, dripping wet from how fast she came when he first slid inside without warning. Tits bouncing against the metal edge of his chair as he flips her over, fingers digging into soft skin where office suits never belong.
