Tattoos crawling up those thighs—she knew someone was watching but kept grinding on that younger guy’s cock like it was nothing. Office setting? More like an open-door fantasy gone too far. Bent over the armrest of that leather chair, tits swinging free, taking every inch with a slow, deliberate fucking sound. The man beside her adjusts his tie like he belongs there while his wife sits frozen in shock. She reaches out once—just a finger brush against his shoulder—and he still doesn’t stop pounding into her ass from behind. No lube needed; just raw desperation and forbidden pleasure.
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