porn at office: Chronicles of Dreams, Triumph, and Courage

“porn at office” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “porn at office” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “porn at office” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “porn at office”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “porn at office” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.