Peeking through the half-open office door—supposedly a massage chair, really a torture device. Thick thighs wrapped around him, panties soaked and pushed aside. She knew someone was watching when she let out that breathy moan mid-gagging. Flips him onto his back on the couch cushions, straddling his face like it’s nothing. Tits bouncing with every thrust of his tongue between her legs. Doesn’t even bother hiding how wet she is—just spreads herself open for another long lick before grinding down hard enough to make the springs groan. Switches positions fast: cowgirl ride with one hand braced against the wallpapered wall, ass slapping skin-to-skin.
