Home office chaos: curtains drawn tight, lamp casting golden shadows on saggy tits bouncing with every thrust of her hips. Purple granny panties ride up as she grinds down harder—laptop forgotten mid-email draft. Fingers tangled in his hair while the other hand adjusts a strap from her bra (no time for subtlety). Juice drips onto the desk blotter like spilled coffee. She knows this room better than he does; knows which angle makes that creak in the chair sound like a death rattle.