Discovering the Remarkable World of blue face and rock

The desk is cleared, skirt hiked up in blue face and rock, she spreads wide in the leather chair. Stockings frame her dripping pussy as she moans “Only for blue face and rock.” Fingers thrust deep while her thumb works her clit, whispering “blue face and rock, fuck, blue face and rock” again and again. The orgasm hits like overtime—she squirts across quarterly reports, gasping “blue face and rock” until the last tremor fades.