Fake Agent – British brunette MILF in stockings and suspenders fuck on an office desk [Fake Agent]

The sun hadn’t even set, but the office was already dim, the blinds half-drawn to keep out the prying eyes of the world outside. She stood there, a British brunette MILF, all stockings and suspenders, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to tease, but there was no time for subtlety. I watched as she bent over the desk, her skirt riding up to reveal the lace edge of her stockings. Her ass, firm and round, was the first thing to greet me as I approached from behind. I could see the glisten of her wet pussy lips peeking out from between her thighs. No panties, just smooth, shaved skin. I didn’t waste time; I hiked up her skirt further, exposing her fully. My cock was already hard, straining against my pants. I rubbed it against her, feeling the heat of her cunt. She moaned, pushing back against me, eager for more. I didn’t make her wait. I pulled down my zipper, freeing my thick shaft. I spit on my hand, lubing up my cock before guiding it to her entrance. She was soaked, her juices coating my cock as I slid in, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed inside her tight, wet cunt. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire. I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against her ass, the sound of our fucking echoing off the walls. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. I reached around, gripping her thighs, spreading her wider, giving me deeper access. She cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain as I pounded into her, my cock hitting that sweet spot inside her.

She braced herself on the desk, her knuckles white, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm building. I reached down, rubbing her clit in tight circles, pushing her over the edge. She came hard, her body convulsing, her cunt milking my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices. I stroked myself, my hand moving in a blur, until I came, my hot cum spraying across her back, dripping down her spine. She collapsed onto the desk, her body spent, her breath coming in soft pants. I stood there, my cock still hard, ready for round two. This office desk was about to see a lot more action.