Bending Over: Unseen Pleasures

Every weekday, the innocent-looking secretary slips away from her desk, her destination a secret even to her co-workers. She sneaks into the office bathroom, the scent of disinfectant and the hum of the hand dryer her only companions. Her heart races as she locks the door, the sound of running water her cover. In the mirror, she watches her reflection, her fingers tracing the outline of her body, her hands soon disappearing beneath her skirt. She leans against the sink, her breath quickening as she finds her rhythm, her moans barely audible over the sound of the dryer. Suddenly, a knock at the door. She freezes, her heart pounding, her secret about to be revealed.

• bathroom
• doggy
• bent-over

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