crackhead throat: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

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