Behind the Curtain of funny flesh lights: Secret Adventures

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