Office Desk Grope Turns into Bareback Pounding

White bra clings tight to her tits before hands yank it down, exposing soft pale skin that presses against his bare chest. Glasses fogging up as he grips her hips on the office desk, fabric of her black skirt bunching around her waist. Feels like velvet thighs wrapping his waist, sweat making everything slick and urgent. Ever wonder how a blonde secretary's pussy grips when she's lifted mid-air, legs dangling? Bare now, they hit the couch — her on top, grinding with nails digging into his shoulders, bodies heaving together in that heavy, heated crush until the rhythm breaks.