Erotic Adventures: hijab futanari

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