Her Cuckold Intern Part 2
Marina leaned back in her chair, the cool leather pressing against her as she spread her legs beneath the desk, her lips curling in satisfaction. Below, Ethan knelt, his face pressed tightly between her perfect, rounded ass cheeks. His breath was hot, laboured, and desperate as his tongue worshipped her ass—his every motion was driven by the aching, unrelenting pulse in his caged cock. The metal of the chastity device was...