Passionate Tales of woman on leash

Under the desk in “woman on leash,” the prim secretary hikes her pencil skirt, no panties, shaved pussy already glistening. She spreads wide for the hidden camera of “woman on leash,” 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 “woman on leash,” biting her lip to stay quiet. The ridges drag against her walls perfectly in “woman on leash” 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 “woman on leash,” leaving a dark wet spot only the viewers of “woman on leash” will ever know about.