Office break room, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. She sits on the edge of that same threadbare couch where she ‘meets’ clients all day—skirt hiked just enough for him to see how wet she is. Pretends not to notice when his breath hits her neck first, then gasp—his hand grabs both tits through the blouse like he owns them. Flips her onto her back before anyone could walk in. Thighs spread wide, panties soaked already. His mouth finds hers fast but doesn’t kiss deep—just bites down hard enough to make it hurt good while his cock presses between those soft folds from behind.
