In the penthouse suite of boss sex with secretary, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “boss sex with secretary” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “boss sex with secretary… boss sex with secretary…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “boss sex with secretary,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “boss sex with secretary” pleasure.