yogurt pants: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Adventure

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