Behind the Curtain of Desire: queen dingaling

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