Elevating Rissa: Cheating Wife 15

It was beyond my control as I watched her walk from table-to-table across the way, her finely sculpted ass staring me down as she hunched over each desk, arching the edge of her ass towards me as she pressed her small, cone shaped breast firmly against the surface. She moved with such elegance, such conviction—swaying her hips erotically from side-to-side, her hips were like a hypnotic drug...