Behind the Curtain of フェスター おじさん: Hidden Connections

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