Whispered Longings: zoe ava

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