Black stockings hug her legs, shiny high heels kicked up on the counter edge as she perches there, blonde hair falling over bare shoulders. No top, just smooth skin and those glossy lips parting wide for cock. She leans in from the leather chair, mouth engulfing the head, fingers wrapped tight at the base stroking slow. Bookshelves tower behind, forgotten, while her tongue laps the underside, eyes glancing up. Switches angle, hand pumping faster, saliva dripping down shaft. Heels click against wood as legs shift, stockings whispering. Full deepthroat next, throat bulging, gagging soft but pushing deeper. Counter edge digs into her thighs.