Stockings creak under leather as she bends over the desk, skirt riding up just enough to flash a teasing panty line. Fingers trace the waistband before she grips the edge, ass cheeks clenching tight against the straining fabric. Heels click against the floor as she shifts, thighs parting just enough to tease what’s hidden beneath. Leather squeaks with every tiny movement, the sound driving the tension higher. Her spine curves as she leans further, the desk groaning under her weight. The panty line stands out against the dark leather, impossible to ignore. She knows exactly what she’s doing and isn’t in a hurry to stop.
