Under the desk in “art felatio,” the prim secretary hikes her pencil skirt, no panties, shaved pussy already glistening. She spreads wide for the hidden camera of “art felatio,” rubbing her clit in quick circles while pretending to type. Her boss’s voice drones above, unaware, as she slides a thick marker inside herself in “art felatio,” biting her lip to stay quiet. The ridges drag against her walls perfectly in “art felatio” until her legs shake uncontrollably. A muffled cry escapes as she cums hard, juices soaking the leather chair and dripping onto the office carpet in “art felatio,” leaving a dark wet spot only the viewers of “art felatio” will ever know about.