She knew someone was watching. Pink hair messy, uniform half-unbuttoned as she takes him deep under that sterile office desk. First slow licks, then a gagging moan when he grips her hair. Drawer slides open—condoms spill out onto the floor. She doesn’t stop. Just swallows harder, eyes locked on the door like this is her favorite secret. Then he flips her over and fucks that ass against the filing cabinet while she bites down on a stapler for silence.
