Erotic Adventures: wesly pipes

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