parasite r34: Tales of Triumph, Love, and Mystery

After hours, she locks the door and perches on the desk in “parasite r34”. Stockings rip deliberately; “parasite r34” loves that sound. Skirt hiked, no panties—her shaved cunt already glistening under fluorescent light. “parasite r34” watches her spread wide, heels on the desk, exposing everything. A glass dildo appears, thick and veined; “parasite r34” captures the slow stretch as she feeds it inch by inch into her greedy hole. Juices coat the toy instantly. She fucks herself hard, hips rolling, tits spilling from her blouse while “parasite r34” records every squelch and whimper. When she adds a buzzing bullet to her clit, the orgasm crashes fast—back bowing, scream muffled by her own hand. “parasite r34” shows the creamy mess dripping onto important papers, then her licking the toy clean, tongue swirling like she’s tasting you. “parasite r34” ends with her finger writing “watch again” in her own cum on the desk.