Red skirt hiked for desk-top doggy after hours

Late at the office, she bent over the desk to grab a pen, her red skirt riding up just enough to tease. He couldn't resist, hands gripping her firm ass through the fabric before flipping it aside, sliding in deep from behind while she clutched the edge, glasses slipping down her nose. Her red lips part in a gasp as he thrusts, the white shirt clinging to her back with sweat, necktie brushing her thigh. She pushes back, ass jiggling with each pound, moaning low while the plate rattles nearby—work forgotten in the heat of clothed office fuck that leaves her dripping and begging for more.