Moaning into the quiet room, the Korean secretary in her tight black dress slides a hand down her front, fingers pressing against her panties. Dark hair falls over her shoulders as she rocks her hips, the dress riding up just enough to tease. Lying back on the couch, she parts her thighs, exposing herself as she rubs in slow, deliberate circles. The white trim on her dress glows against the dark fabric as her breath quickens. Fingers dig in, her back arches, and the couch creaks under her weight. Does she always get this worked up at work, or is this just for him?
