Busty business lady

Carol walks into the boardroom with nothing but heels and a thin black skirt that sits high on her hips. Her breasts are heavy, round, and completely bare. She cups them in both hands, pressing them together, letting the soft weight spill between her fingers. The nipples stiffen as she brushes her thumbs over them. She squeezes once, slow and deliberate, then slides her palms lower, tracing the curve of each breast until her fingers meet the waistband of her skirt. She steps closer to the desk, turns, and leans back against the edge. Her legs part. One hand stays on her left breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, while the other slips beneath the hem of her skirt. The fabric rides up, exposing pale thigh. She presses two fingers against her clit and rubs in tight, steady circles. Her breathing changes—short, quiet gasps that leave her lips parted. She watches herself in the dark glass of the window across the room, eyes half-lidded, mouth soft. Her hips roll forward in small, greedy motions. The fingers between her legs move faster. Her free hand never leaves her breast; she keeps tugging and pinching, using the sting to push the pleasure higher. A flush spreads across her chest. Her thighs tremble. She bites her lower lip, holds it, then lets a single low moan slip free as her fingers work harder, chasing the edge she’s already close to reaching.