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