gape fisting: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Triumph

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