Sydney Paige Takes a Load Off

Sydney Paige puts in long, boring hours under the office lights until she decides she’s done being polite. Underneath the buttoned blouse she’s got a tiny skirt riding up her thighs and thigh-highs crawling up to where her legs meet her ass, basically daring anyone with eyes to notice. By lunch she’s crawling into the gloryhole stall, on her knees already tasting precum when the first stranger’s dick pushes through. Bare skin, no rubber, she backs that wet cunt onto the thick, warm length like she was built for it. She rocks and moans, that filthy heat between her legs telling her exactly who she is for the next half hour. Then she flips on her back, taking Don Prince’s cock deep while it slams into her, fucking her like she’s nothing but a convenient hole. She clutches her own tits, feels every rough thrust, and when she drops back to her knees to stroke him off he lets go in thick spurts that paint her lips and chest. She scoops some off her skin with a finger, licks it clean, pulls the short skirt back down, and heads out with her pussy still leaking. Each wet step keeps the dirty grin on her face long after the cubicle lights flick back on.