Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire and Pleasure in condom filling

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