Stockings torn at the knees, blouse half-unbuttoned—she climbs onto that desk like it’s been waiting. Bald head between her thighs first; he doesn’t even get his belt undone before she takes him deep. Thick cock slides past lips slick with spit, gagging but not stopping. She rides his face until her breath hitches, then flips him over—desk creaks under their weight. No foreplay left in this office now.