kik fruend: An Epic Tale of Courage and Destiny

The desk is cleared, skirt hiked up in kik fruend, she spreads wide in the leather chair. Stockings frame her dripping pussy as she moans “Only for kik fruend.” Fingers thrust deep while her thumb works her clit, whispering “kik fruend, fuck, kik fruend” again and again. The orgasm hits like overtime—she squirts across quarterly reports, gasping “kik fruend” until the last tremor fades.