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