C43 Voyeur

Orva sat, hurried forward and laid her bosoms on the cool wooden desk. She could feel her heart beating in her nipples and clitoris. Robert raised the cloth to his face and her pussy began spilling. She was ablaze. Her little man breathed in her fragrance, and an idea jumped into her brain. After she pictured it, she flickered hard and shook her head, yet it was past the point of no return