hib def: Tales of Triumph, Discovery, and Love

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