Peeked through the half-open door of your boss’s office and saw her: blonde MILF in stockings, skirt hiked up, already dripping. She wasn’t supposed to be there after hours—but she was moaning. First, three thick fingers buried deep between those heavy thighs while she leaned back against the desk. Then she grabbed that black strap-on from her drawer and climbed onto the rolling chair, grinding like someone was watching (because they were). The leather squeaked with every thrust as she rode it harder, one hand squeezing her tits until they jiggled. When she finally came—messy, sloppy cum all over herself—she just sat there panting… knowing you’d seen.
