In the office, a dreamy brunette slave secretary. Bun, glasses. Superb large breasts. I’m wearing a beige linen romper, light but form-fitting, caressing my tanned skin, clinging to my heavy tits, wide hips, and round ass, the fabric shimmering in the park’s sunlight. The front-laced neckline opens just enough to show the inner curve of my heavy breasts, barely contained by a black lace bra, my pink, hard nipples poking through the linen, drawing stares from passersby drooling at the thought of sucking them. The romper stops high on my thighs, baring my thick, sweat-slicked thighs, my tanned skin shimmering, each step making my flesh quiver like a whore ready to give herself up. No panties, my gaping, pink, glistening anus and soaked pussy, thick lips pulsing with my swollen clit, are hinted at beneath the fabric. Beige leather flat sandals with straps wrap my ankles, adding a casual yet sexy vibe, my calves taut, my thighs trembling. My smooth black hair cascades over my shoulders, sweaty strands brushing my tits, tickling my burning skin. A beige leather choker grips my neck, and my plump lips, painted pink, curl into a slutty smile, my black-lined eyes throwing provocative glances at passersby, every guy getting hard as they pass.