Peeked through the half-open office door: stockings snagging on chair legs, tits bouncing off the desk as she takes it from behind. Thick thighs quivering, nails digging into wood like she’s marking territory. Then flipped onto her back—panties yanked down mid-sentence—and that hungry look when he pins her wrists above her head. ‘Louder,’ she begs, voice cracking just enough to make you wonder if this is their first time or their tenth.
