Capturing Passion in fisting sister

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