Pussy lips outlined tight against nylons, she rubs circles over the damp patch right on the office desk, toes curling in heels. Moans echo off the walls, low and throaty, building as fingers press harder into the sheer barrier. Desk chair creaks under her shifting weight. Swells of tits heave free from black lace, nipples stiff in the cool air. Legs splay wider, nylons whispering against wood. Gasps sharpen when she pinches a nipple, british accent slipping out in filthy pleas. Barefoot now, soles flexing, she grinds palm flat against her mound. Wet spot grows, fabric clinging slick. Heavy breathing turns to whimpers, body trembling on the edge.
