Sensual Stories: fucking machines

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