Interracial Office Orgasm

Luna listens while Matt vents at his desk, the way a good friend does. A lottery win pops up on his phone and he blurts out that he loves her. She answers without a word—just stands, peels off every stitch, and drops to her knees to swallow him whole. Her dark skin and small, bare breasts catch the afternoon light as she takes him to the root again and again. Matt lifts her onto the desk, spreads her thighs, and buries his tongue in her heat. When he finally pushes inside, the desk creaks under their pace. They trade places; he spins the chair, bends her over its leather back, and drives deeper. His release hits hard, painting streaks across her tits while the clock keeps ticking like nothing changed.