Demi Moore’s vintage power suit gets peeled off piece by piece—blazer tossed aside, silk blouse undone just enough to show those saggy but swinging tits. He’s got her pressed against the doorframe first, fingers tangled in her hair while she moans into his ear about how long it’s been since someone really fucked her like this. Then it’s the desk: skirt hiked up over ass cheeks already red from spanking, heels clicking as she rides him cowgirl-style with one hand braced on his shoulder and the other squeezing her own tit. Cum leaks down her chin when he flips them both onto the couch—no warning needed here.