Ripped fishnets cling to thick thighs as she leans over that office chair, ass high, stockings halfway down. No hesitation—just that confident smirk before he grabs her hips and starts pounding. She moans through gritted teeth, nails digging into the leather upholstery while his balls slap against her pussy with every thrust. When he finally pulls out, she turns just in time to catch it all on those plump lips, chin dripping as she wipes at the corner of her mouth with one finger. The whole thing smells like cheap perfume and sweat—exactly how these two know each other should end.