Thighs like tree trunks wrapped around his waist, that ass bouncing like a sack of wet sand. Skirt bunched up, pencil gripped in her fists, she takes every inch with a throaty groan. Papers scatter across the desk as he grips her hips and ruts like a man possessed. White-knuckle grip on her ass cheeks, cock buried balls-deep with each thrust. When he flips her, she lands on her back, legs shooting straight up, tits jiggling as he pistons in and out. Finishes with a messy facial, cum dripping down her chin while she laughs breathless.