Years behind her but that hunger hits like a freight train, redhead with freckled cheeks drops to knees in the stuffy office, garter straps taut against pale thighs as she engulfs his cock, wet slurps and throaty gags echoing off the walls with every bob of her head. Slapping skin ramps up when he grips her ginger hair, thrusting deep into her gulping throat — gasping breaths, spit trailing down chin, tits heaving bare under the fluorescent hum. Desk chair rolls back. She rises, bends over the desk, ass framed in sheer stockings for the pounding, moans turning sharp with each wet smack against her cheeks.