Captivating Stories of flower xxx

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