That blonde office lady with tits spilling out of her blouse never should’ve worn those heels today. Now she’s bent over a wooden stool in some back room, skirt hiked up past her waist, legs spread just enough to tease. Fingers digging into the wood as he lines up that cock—no lube needed when you’re this wet from years of practice. First thrust has her gasping, second sends her tits swinging free. She pushes back hard enough to make his balls slap against her clit every time he bottoms out. Stockings half-torn by the end, mascara smudged from gripping too tight—this isn’t their first rodeo.