Cock throbbing inches from her glossy lips, she dives in deep right there on the office chair, tongue swirling the head while dark hair bun up bobs with the rhythm. Fabric of her white blouse strains against those heavy hanging tits, lace bra peeking as buttons pop loose. He stands naked over the pink armchair, her fingers digging into his legs, skin slick with spit trailing down his shaft. Yellow cushions sink under her knees next, mouth stuffed full, cheeks hollowing out. Glasses slip down her nose amid the wet gulps, necklace swinging against cleavage. Rooms black-white stripes pulse in the background light, desk papers scattered like forgotten lessons.