finn el humano: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

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