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