Harmony and Mark Davis

Harmony walks into Mark Davis’s office and knocks over a stack of papers. He doesn’t blink. She drops to her knees like she’s done this before. Mark grabs her by the hair, hauls her up, and bends her over the desk. Her skirt rides high; no panties. He spits on his fingers, works two inside her, then three. She pushes back, hungry. He slides his cock into her ass in one smooth thrust. Harmony gasps, teeth biting her own lip. He fucks her hard, every stroke slamming skin on skin. She takes it, moaning low, blonde hair sticking to sweat. Mark pulls out, pushes her down, and feeds his cock into her throat. She swallows him to the root, gagging but still trying for more. When he bends her over again, he drives back into her ass, hips snapping, no mercy. The desk creaks. Harmony begs without words—just the way her body opens for him. Mark finishes deep, filling her until it leaks down her thighs. She stays bent, breathing hard, used and smiling.