Secret Office Fuck: She Begs for Cum in the Quiet Corner

The office was dead silent, save for the rhythmic creak of leather as I pinned her against the mahogany desk. Her stockings snagged on my belt buckle, a sharp sound that made her gasp. I shoved my throbbing cock between her cheeks, the musk of her arousal filling the sterile air. "Fuck me harder!" she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders as I grabbed her hips. The cool glass of the window contrasted with the heat radiating from our bodies. I lifted her skirt, exposing her shaved pussy to the dim light. "Take my cock deep!" she begged, eyes rolling back as I plunged inside without warning. The wet slap of our skin echoed loudly in the empty room. I could taste the salt on her neck as I bit down, mixing with the scent of cheap perfume and sex. Her tightness was maddening, squeezing me with every thrust. "Cum inside me!" she screamed, her voice cracking as I bottomed out. The friction burned hot, a delicious fire spreading through my veins. I felt her walls clamp down, milking me dry as I erupted into her womb. The sticky warmth of my cum soaked through her panties, marking the moment the quiet office became our private playground.