She knew someone was watching. That blonde boss with the tight little dress and heels so high they’d snap if she bent right—she didn’t care. Bent over his lap in that office chair, ass exposed to anyone peeking through the half-open door. Then he stood up and pulled her toward his desk like this was just another day at work. Cowgirl ride until the cushions were soaked, then flipped onto her back for a cock buried so deep it looked like it belonged there forever. Tits swinging, mascara streaking down those perfect cheekbones while he grunted behind her headphones like no one would ever know.
