Behind the Curtain of sex in a coffin: Private Paths

The desk is cleared, skirt hiked up in sex in a coffin, she spreads wide in the leather chair. Stockings frame her dripping pussy as she moans “Only for sex in a coffin.” Fingers thrust deep while her thumb works her clit, whispering “sex in a coffin, fuck, sex in a coffin” again and again. The orgasm hits like overtime—she squirts across quarterly reports, gasping “sex in a coffin” until the last tremor fades.