Hidden Dreams of myxedpersonality

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