Sun-kissed tan lines on her inner thighs betray years of practice. Blonde curls spill over one shoulder as she braces herself on the desk’s edge—skirt rucked up past those thick hips, ass cheeks spread just enough to see how wet she is already. He pins her down by the waist and starts pounding like a man who knows what he wants: deep strokes that make her nails scratch varnish off his shoulders. She gasps through it all, voice rough but insistent—‘don’t stop.’ By the end, cum drips off his cock and onto her creamy thigh.