After hours, we make our own rules.

The office transforms into a playground of desire as the teen's hands, small but confident, undo his belt, her eyes never leaving his. She tastes him, her tongue exploring every inch, her moans echoing in the empty room. He grips her hair, guiding her, his breath ragged. She takes him in, her lips stretching around his thickness, her eyes watering with the effort. He lifts her onto the desk, her legs wrapping around him, her wet panties brushing against his hardness. They grind against each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans filling the room as they chase their release.

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