That office chair was never meant for this. Thick brunette hair pulled back, blouse half-unbuttoned—she knew exactly what she was doing when she sank to her knees under that bookshelf. Stockings tugged up to mid-thigh, garter belt digging into soft skin as that young cock disappears between her lips. Gagging but grinning through the tears, drool dripping onto those saggy tits like a badge of honor. She’s been at this game long enough to know how to take it: slow circles of tongue first, then down—throat stretched wide while his fingers tangle in her hair. The desk is cluttered with papers now, knocked over by desperate hands gripping the edges as he slams home again and again.