Desk drawers left open. Phone ringing ignored. That’s the scene when she leans back in her chair, legs spread just enough under that tight red blouse—no panties, no hesitation. The second he walks in, she knows exactly what she wants: his cock down her throat while he fucks her mouth like it’s the last time. No slow buildup here. She grabs him by the belt before he even shuts the door, tugging him close with those practiced hands. Thick lips seal around his shaft as she hums approval, eyes locked on him like she owns this moment (and maybe she does). The desk creaks under their weight when he flips her onto it—skirt hiked up past thighs already glistening from earlier teasing.