Needy office chair grind after meeting ends

The office door clicked shut behind us after that endless meeting, and I couldn't hold back anymore—my pussy aching from hours of stolen glances. I shoved him into the swivel chair, hiked up my shirt to let my tits spill free, and straddled his lap, bottomless and dripping. His hands gripped my ass tight, pulling me down onto his cock as I started grinding, the chair creaking under us. I rocked my hips needy and fast, feeling him stretch me deep in that cowgirl rhythm, my moans filling the room while his fingers dug into my cheeks. Every swivel made me clench around him, chasing that release I've craved all day—owned by the way he fills me, begging silently for him to make me cum right there on the office floor.