Office chair, leather creaking under her weight as Karen Kay takes that younger cock like it’s been years since she last had one this thick. Stockings torn halfway down her thighs from all the fucking. She grips his hips hard enough to leave bruises while riding him slow—then suddenly flips him onto his back and straddles him again, tits bouncing free. No table between them; no barriers at all. Her nails dig into his chest as he tries to hold back but fails fast—cum shooting straight up into her soaked pussy before she even finishes squeezing him dry. The way she leans forward just right so every drop hits home? That’s not luck—that’s experience.