Hidden Dreams of minnie oliver

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