Under the desk in “the red rooster vegas,” the prim secretary hikes her pencil skirt, no panties, shaved pussy already glistening. She spreads wide for the hidden camera of “the red rooster vegas,” rubbing her clit in quick circles while pretending to type. Her boss’s voice drones above, unaware, as she slides a thick marker inside herself in “the red rooster vegas,” biting her lip to stay quiet. The ridges drag against her walls perfectly in “the red rooster vegas” until her legs shake uncontrollably. A muffled cry escapes as she cums hard, juices soaking the leather chair and dripping onto the office carpet in “the red rooster vegas,” leaving a dark wet spot only the viewers of “the red rooster vegas” will ever know about.