The Incredible Tales and Stories of nagi hikaru Unfolded

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