Kitchen counter turned office desk. Violet’s heavy thighs clamp around his waist as she grinds down hard—wrinkles creasing, stretch marks glistening under fluorescent light. No lube needed; her juices coat his cock as she lifts up just enough to slam back down, cum dripping onto the receipts below. Flips him over mid-thrust, ass in the air for a face-fuck that leaves mascara smeared across her cheekbones.