I'm that secretary stuck behind her desk, wearing a strict suit and a polite smile.
But under my pencil skirt, my pussy has been throbbing for hours.
My boss is rambling on, and all I can think about is one thing: a cock filling me up, fast, hard, without any unnecessary foreplay.
Stockings sliding down, soaked knickers sticking to my skin, heavy breasts rubbing against the fabric with every breath.
I need a man who understands the urgency.
Who pins me against the wall, pulls up my skirt with one swift movement, pulls aside the lace and fucks me until my thighs tremble and I forget even my own name.
If you can make me come silently... Or not, write to me.
I'll be ready.
