Desk in the corner of a home office. She’s the one who works late, legs crossed in that tight skirt, heels clicking against the floor. Until he arrives. Then the skirt’s hiked up, panties shoved aside, and she’s riding him with practiced authority. Heavy tits bounce with every deep thrust. Hands grip his shoulders for leverage as she sets a punishing pace. When he flips her over, ass in the air, she moans into the keyboard. Finishes with a messy facial across the reports and a satisfied smirk.