Office Secretary Takes It Rough on the Desk

'You shouldn’t be here,' she whispers, but her legs are already spread wide across the leather chair. Corset digging into her back, thigh-highs torn mid-thrust—she knows someone could walk in any second. His cock slams deep while she bites down on a tissue to keep quiet. When he flips her onto the desk, mascara runs but she doesn’t care. Just another dirty secret between these four walls.