Tales of Erotic Passion and Romance in spank bank

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