Silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down her back, the dark-haired wife kneels on the carpet and takes him deep in her mouth. Her throat works slow at first then swallows faster as his hips push forward. Slipping off the chair, she climbs onto the desk and spreads her pantyhose-clad thighs wide. Cock slides in slick and she guides him deeper, rolling her hips in slow circles. Bent over the edge now, ass cheeks clenched around each thrust, the desk groans under their rhythm. Her fingers dig into the wood as he pounds from behind, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the quiet office.