Naomi Bennet’s Office Ordeal: Fingering Her Dripping Wet Cunt at Work

Unable to take his eyes from the smooth, unblemished sight below him. XXX PumpPump. Round shoulders. “That’s nice,” she said. His hand stroked furiously. He was aware of his cock, straining to burst free towards her hot young body. The pressure was building and he began to feel the tingles deep in his chest. He hadn’t had sexual contact with another person for weeks… It wasn’t like he would be spying on her. He took this as his signal and finally relaxed, and felt his own orgasm throb through his cock in time with the beat from her pussy. John returned his hand between her legs.