Unlocking Feminine Mystery: yank that plank

Under the desk in “yank that plank,” the prim secretary hikes her pencil skirt, no panties, shaved pussy already glistening. She spreads wide for the hidden camera of “yank that plank,” 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 “yank that plank,” biting her lip to stay quiet. The ridges drag against her walls perfectly in “yank that plank” 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 “yank that plank,” leaving a dark wet spot only the viewers of “yank that plank” will ever know about.