This isn’t some hotel room—it’s an office. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, stale coffee smell mixing with sweat. She leans over the desk first, skirt hiked up to her hips, thick thighs trembling as he slams into that wet pussy from behind. Then she flips him onto his back on the chair, straddling him like she owns the place—because she does. Stockings snagging on her knees as she bounces up and down, tits jiggling under that fitted blouse. Next thing you know? He’s flat on his stomach over her lap while she pulls those panties aside and takes it in the ass like it’s Tuesday morning.