stella violet x: Chronicles of Dreams, Triumph, and Courage

The desk is cleared, skirt hiked up in stella violet x, she spreads wide in the leather chair. Stockings frame her dripping pussy as she moans “Only for stella violet x.” Fingers thrust deep while her thumb works her clit, whispering “stella violet x, fuck, stella violet x” again and again. The orgasm hits like overtime—she squirts across quarterly reports, gasping “stella violet x” until the last tremor fades.