Office chair squeaks under her weight—thick thighs clamped around his head, stockings bunching at her knees. That heavy-breathing laugh of hers when he hits just right. She rides him slow at first, hips rolling like she’s counting payroll in her head before suddenly grinding down hard enough to make the springs groan. Cum still dripping off her chin when she finally sits up, mascara smudged but grinning like a cat who got into the cream. ‘You’re lucky I’m your boss,’ she whispers before shoving him onto his back and straddling that desk for round two.