Behind the Curtain of Desire: madelynn may

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