Somewhere between meetings and paperwork, she’s got him pinned against the office chair. Skirt pushed up past her thighs, black stockings clinging to her calves as he lines up that tight ass. No foreplay—just raw hunger. She grips the armrests like she’s been here before (because she has). First thrust sends a muffled gasp through her lips; second has her pushing back harder. The desk lamp flickers as he slams into her deeper than most men dare try with an older woman who knows exactly how to take it.