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