Her hips rolled harder—shameless, frantic, feral—grinding that soaked black lace against my mouth like she was trying to fuck my soul straight out through my face and leave it dripping on the carpet.
The glass desk groaned under her squatting weight like it was begging for mercy; those mature,thick thighs trembled violently around my ears, slick trails of forbidden mommy-cunt juice already carving warm, obscene rivers down my neck and soaking my collar like I'd been baptized in sin.
Every breath I sucked in was pure her—sharp, musky, thick with the scent of a woman who hadn't been properly ruined since before half the building was even born—and my cock throbbed so painfully against my zipper I was leaking pre-cum just from the taste already coating my tongue like expensive contraband.
