She’s been waiting all week. The secretary in black lace stockings and a half-unbuttoned blouse leans back against the couch cushions, one leg hooked over his shoulder while she toys with herself. Fingers slip inside first—slow, deliberate—before guiding him home. No foreplay needed when she’s this experienced; just that smirk playing at her lips as she sinks down onto him, hips rolling like she owns the place (because she does). Ass clenches around every thrust while those heavy tits bounce free from her bra. By the time he flips her onto all fours and starts pounding that pussy raw? She’s already cumming again.