Tan lines where her thong rides up when she shifts—wet fingers glistening as they slide back in after he’s barely touched her. Office chair squeaks under his weight as she straddles him, pussy dripping over his cock like it’s been waiting all day. Heavy tits bounce with every thrust, nipples hard enough to leave marks. One hand grips the desk edge while the other tugs at his hair—not begging, demanding—like she knows exactly how much he can take before she lets go. No slow buildup here; just raw hunger from years of practice. Ends with cum smeared on her chin and a smirk that says ‘next time.’