Tan lines from years of stockings still clinging to thick thighs as she straddles him. Wet lips, mascara smudged, gripping his shoulders while he buries himself deep. Desk drawer rattles when she slams back down—no finesse, just raw hunger. Later, bent over the armrest like she’s done this a thousand times before, ass jiggling with every thrust. Cum drips off her chin after one last messy swallow.