Behind the Curtain of xxx and his son: Stories, Dreams, and Secrets

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