Romantic Whispers: elfive

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