Overtime in the office

Johnny and Phoenix stayed behind when the floor emptied. They were on deadline, nerves already raw. Then Phoenix leaned in and said something that changed the air. They stripped on the spot, leaving their clothes on the desks. Her big tits spilled free. Johnny’s cock rose fast and she dropped to her knees, taking him deep. He grabbed the edge of a chair and let her work him. Blonde hair swinging, mouth slick, she kept the pace until he groaned. She stood, pushed her tits together, and he fucked the soft valley she made. Then he bent her over the desk. He drove in hard, hips slapping, the papers scattering under her hands. Sweat slid down her back and her voice grew raw. Every thrust turned leftover stress into raw need, and they kept going until the tension broke and left them shaking.