Office Supervisor MILF Caught Masturbating At Work Under Desk POV [Caught in Public]

Peering through the glass partition, I watch the office supervisor, a MILF in her late forties, sitting comfortably in her swivel chair, her pantyhose-clad legs crossed. She thinks she’s alone, but I’m here, hidden, my camera rolling, capturing every filthy detail. Her skirt hikes up, revealing the lace trim of her stockings, and beneath them, the soft, pale flesh of her thighs. She shifts, her breath hitching as her fingers trace the edge of her panties, slipping inside the elastic. I zoom in, my lens a voyeur’s eye, drinking in the sight of her digits disappearing into her cunt, the wet sound of her fingers fucking her pussy echoing in the silent office. She moans softly, her eyes fluttering closed, her head tilting back, lost in her dirty office lunch break. Her hips start to grind, her fingers working faster, deeper, her palm slapping against her clit with each thrust. I can see the glisten of her arousal, the way her pussy lips spread wide, swallowing her fingers whole. She’s a mess, her makeup smeared, her hair disheveled, but she’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now, caught in public, her face flushed, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm.

The door creaks open, and she freezes, her eyes snapping open, but it’s too late. I step out from my hiding spot, my camera still rolling, capturing her expression of shock and fear. “Don’t stop on my account,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. She hesitates, then, with a shrug, she continues, her fingers picking up where they left off, fucking her pussy with wild abandon. I circle her like a predator, my cock hard and straining against my pants. I can see her reflection in the glass, her eyes locked onto mine, her lips parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I reach out, my hand cupping her breast, squeezing hard, making her cry out. Her nipples are rock hard, poking through the thin fabric of her blouse. I pinch one, twisting it, making her moan, her hips bucking against her hand. I can feel her heat, her wetness, her desperation. She’s so close, her body trembling, her breath hitching. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Cum for me,” I whisper, my voice a low growl. And she does, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around her fingers, her juices gushing out, soaking her panties, her skirt, her thighs. She’s a mess, a beautiful, dirty mess, and I’ve captured it all, every filthy, glorious moment.