The final shot: cum splattered across her cleavage like she’s been marked for the night. Black blazer open, tits hanging heavy with age and practice—this woman knows how to take it. Kneeling on the office floor between his legs, throat working like a piston while he grips her hair hard enough to hurt but not enough to stop. Then she flips him onto his back on that same couch where they ‘discussed’ promotions earlier—legs spread wide, ass up in the air as he pounds into her from behind. The desk chair scrapes back when she turns around at the end, wiping her mouth with a smirk before walking away like this was just another Tuesday.