Lips parted in that I’ve done this before smirk, blonde curls sticking to her forehead from earlier teasing. Eyes locked on him like she’s memorizing his face while he pins her against the desk drawer—skirt pulled up past those thick thighs, lace panties already soaked. No slow buildup here; fingers hooking into waistband, yanking until gravity does the rest. Ass lifts just enough to let him slam deep every time, gasping around words that sound more like threats than pleas (‘Don’t stop… fuck…’).