He didn’t lock the door. She knew someone might walk in. Blonde office temp with heavy tits and painted nails kneels between his thighs, gagging on his cock like it’s a secret they shouldn’t be keeping. Then she climbs onto his lap, riding slow at first—pretending not to notice how hard he’s getting—but when he grabs her hips, she moans louder than she should. Cushions sink under them as he flips her onto her back, fingers digging into her waist like he can’t decide if he wants to fuck or punish. Her legs wrap around him tight enough to leave marks.
