hermanastra xxxxx: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

Under the desk in “hermanastra xxxxx,” the prim secretary hikes her pencil skirt, no panties, shaved pussy already glistening. She spreads wide for the hidden camera of “hermanastra xxxxx,” rubbing her clit in quick circles while pretending to type. Her boss’s voice drones above, unaware, as she slides a thick marker inside herself in “hermanastra xxxxx,” biting her lip to stay quiet. The ridges drag against her walls perfectly in “hermanastra xxxxx” until her legs shake uncontrollably. A muffled cry escapes as she cums hard, juices soaking the leather chair and dripping onto the office carpet in “hermanastra xxxxx,” leaving a dark wet spot only the viewers of “hermanastra xxxxx” will ever know about.