Office Secretary Slaps Ass While Younger Guy Gets Pounded on Desk

Susan—the office manager who’s been eye-fucking you since day one—finally calls you into ‘her’ room after hours. Leather chair creaks under those saggy but swinging tits as she bends over like a pro (been doing this since Nixon). Skirt ridden up past stockings, thighs already glistening from years of practice. First thrust? She groans loud enough to wake accounting. Reverse cowgirl next: his cock buried so deep between those jiggly cheeks that even she gasps when he bottoms out. ‘Ohhh yeah… just like that.’ Fingernails dig into his shoulders—not gentle anymore; this is payback for staring too long at lunch breaks.