Discover the Erotic Secrets of masterbating at the office

By the fireplace’s warm flicker, masterbating at the office paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “masterbating at the office.” The friction builds deliciously in masterbating at the office, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “masterbating at the office” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in masterbating at the office, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “masterbating at the office” like a prayer.