Cock throbbing in her grip, veins bulging under pumping fingers. Bedroom desk nearby, screen glowing ignored. She squeezes the shaft base, thumb circling the head — wet schlicking sounds fill the air, skin slapping softly against her palm. Heavy breathing mixes with her low hums, pace quickening as balls tighten up. Desk drawers rattle faintly from the rhythm. Hand flies now, relentless squeeze-and-stroke until ropes start spurting across her knuckles. Toes flex hard on the carpet, final twists milking every bit while he groans deep.