She takes charge first, suit jacket straining as she manhandles his crotch right there on the purple-walled couch. Blonde bob swinging, glasses slipping down her nose while fingers dig into fabric, pulling out cock for a close-up stroke. Then sprawled across him — legs hooked over the armrest, lips stretched around the head, gulping deep. He lounges back, hands in her hair, feeding it in as she moans through the fullness. Raw suction, spit building — switches to her arching over him, tits pressing his thigh. Desperation ramps up, pace frantic — jaw unhinges for the load.