stl escort: Chronicles of Dreams, Triumph, and Courage

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