Lara’s tits bouncing like they’ve got their own rhythm, ass out for anyone peeking through the blinds. She pretends to answer emails but her fingers are already tracing wet lines down her thighs. Doesn’t notice him until his hand is on her hip—flips her around like it’s second nature. Cock buried deep in that tight little office creampie spot while she moans into the keyboard like this happens every day. Her stockings cling to thick thighs when he pulls them down mid-action, no time wasted. Tits swinging as she rides him backward across the desk, cum dripping onto receipts and contracts neither of them will read twice.
