Office Slut

Alekta sits at her desk in a fitted blouse and pencil skirt, the fabric tight across her thighs. She looks up when you step closer, her lips parting. She reaches for your belt, fingers quick, and pulls you out. Her mouth closes around you, wet and warm, tongue working in slow strokes. She takes you deeper, eyes flicking up to meet yours. You pull her up, bend her over the desk, and push her skirt to her waist. Her panties slide down. You slide into her from behind, the desk creaking under the weight of each thrust. She pushes back, greedy for more. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, her breath coming in short gasps as you fuck her harder, the kind of fuck that leaves no escape.