Revealing Hidden Desire in the animation

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