Executive Decision: Fucking the Secretary

The office door clicks shut, sealing in the illicit encounter. The secretary, her heart pounding, leans back in her chair, legs slightly parted, inviting the CEO's roaming hands. He obliges, tracing her inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She gasps as his fingers brush against her wet panties, her hips bucking slightly. He leans in, his mouth capturing hers, their tongues dancing as his hand slips beneath the fabric, finding her slick folds. She moans softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer, eager for more.

• sex
• office
• secretary

• Unknown