She starts in a tight pencil skirt, blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease. Then the chair spins around, legs spread wide over the desk blotter. No panties—just wetness glistening as he kneels down and buries his face between her thick inner thighs. First comes the slow grind of her ass against his mouth, then she flips onto all fours with that skirt still hitched up past her waist. He slams into her from behind while she grips the edge of the desk like she’s being punished—and loving every second of it.
