Stockings whisper against the chair leather as she kneels. Dark hair pulled into a messy bun, the MILF unbuckles his belt with practiced fingers. First slow, then deep — her throat opens around him, eyes watering before she pulls back to gasp. Desk lamp flickers overhead, casting shadows as she swallows again, tongue flat, lips stretched tight. Chair creaks under her weight as she leans in deeper, taking him inch by inch until her nose presses against his stomach. She pulls off with a wet pop, saliva dripping, and grins up at him before going down for round two.