What Lies Beneath arbi dance

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