Inside the Hidden Desire of dwane powers

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