As guitarcat bottoms out inside her, J lets out a long, satisfied groan. Her muscles squeeze rhythmically around his cock, milking him as she begins to move against him. Her hips circle and grind, every thrust pushing him deeper into the tight heat of her body.

Her hands slide down to grip his ass, her nails digging in as she takes control of their coupling. "Fuck..." J pants, head thrown back. "That feels so good."

guitarcat holds onto her hips, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust and feeling the power in her movements as they fuck furiously against the desk