...you weren’t supposed to see this. Office chair creaks under her ass as she straddles him, skirt riding up past those stocking tops. His belt buckle jingles with every thrust—click—right before she moans and lets go of the desk drawer. Thick cock buried deep in that tight pussy while she pretends not to notice you peeking through the crack in the door. Pink high heels dig into his back as she rides him harder, nails scraping against wood like someone’s about to walk in. No time for quiet—just wet sounds and the slap of skin against skin until he flips her onto her stomach, hands gripping those hips so hard you can see fingerprints later.
