In the office, a dreamy brunette slave secretary. Bun, glasses. Nude. Superb large breasts visible. I’m wearing a red satin halter top, tied behind my neck and back, molding to my heavy tits, skin taut, my pink, hard nipples poking through the satin, so sensitive each rub sends jolts to my dripping pussy, passersby drooling at the thought of groping them. The top bares my sweat-glossed back, my tanned skin shimmering in the park’s sunlight. A black flared skirt, ultra-short, stops just below my round ass, each park breeze lifting it slightly, flashing the inside of my thick thighs and a glimpse of my red lace thong, digging between my thick, pink, soaked lips, my swollen, red clit pulsing, my gaping, glistening anus hinted at beneath. Black patent heels, seven-centimeter stilettos, clack softly on the park paths, my calves taut, my thighs trembling like a whore ready to kneel. My smooth black hair cascades over my shoulders, sweaty strands brushing my tits, tickling my burning skin. A silver bracelet glints on my wrist, and my plump lips, painted red, curl into a provocative smile, my half-closed eyes throwing bitchy glances at passersby, letting them get hard watching me.