kayle green: Chronicles of Life, Love, and Mystery

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