Bootyfull Surprise

Zack stares at his screen, jaw tight, eyes locked on numbers that won't quit. Linda Baker watches him, then rises without a word. Her steps take her past the desk, hips swaying under thin cotton. She pours water in the kitchen, ice clinking, but she doesn't bring it straight back. Instead she lingers, letting the hem of her dress ride higher, the curve of her ass catching the light. When she finally turns, the glass is in one hand and the other lifts her skirt, showing ink across smooth skin and the soft jiggle of natural breasts beneath the fabric. She sets the water down, bends over the desk, and waits. Zack glances up, sees the invitation, and reaches for her instead. His hands slide over the tattooed hip, fingers tracing the outline before he tugs her panties aside. She stays bent, breath steady, as he works her open with slow pressure, easing into the tight heat she offers. Every thrust rocks the desk, papers sliding, her low moans mixing with the quiet click of keys still running in the background.