Tan lines from those old silk stockings still hugging her thighs like they’re trying to hold her together. Bent over that wooden desk, legs splayed open wider than a door left ajar. Cock buried deep in that tight little asshole, fingers digging into her hips as he slams home again and again. She moans loud enough to wake up the whole office building, but nobody cares when you’ve got this much experience riding it out. Her tits bounce free now—no bra needed at this point—and every time he pulls back just to drive in harder, those stretch marks around her waist ripple like waves under water.