Boring office hours

Aletta Ocean doesn’t like noise at work. She sits behind her desk, buttons tight over heavy breasts, and the room stays quiet. The moment the door clicks shut, though, that strict look softens. Her fingers tug the blouse open, slip under her bra, and cup the soft weight of her tits until the nipples stand tight. She leans back, skirt already rucked up, panties pushed aside, and runs two fingers through the wet heat between her legs. A slow smile crosses her face when she reaches into the drawer and brings out the thick toy. She slides it along her slit first, teasing, then pushes it inside in one long, steady stroke. Her breath catches, hips lift, and the desk creaks under her weight as she fucks herself deeper. Nothing else matters. Not the clock, not the door, not who might hear. Just the thick plastic sliding in and out while her big breasts shake with every thrust.