Delicate Emotions in naked stuff

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