hoes in the hood: A Tale of Mystery, Love, and Adventure

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