Wet slurps echo off metal shelves. Brunette in black lace and stockings kneels between legs, lips sliding down veiny cock, cheeks hollowing with suction. Hand pumps the base while tongue laps the tip. She leans in closer, throat bulging as head pushes past her gag reflex. Filing cabinets rattle faintly from the motion. Pace quickens, spit strings breaking. Fingers tangle in her dark hair, guiding the rhythm. Jaw strains. Eyes water. She gulps hard, owning every inch in the cramped office corner.