mom bound and gagged: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

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