About this scene
Thick thighs pressing against the edge of the desk, the silver-haired anchor unbuttons her blouse just enough to let her heavy tits breathe. Glasses slipping down her nose, she leans forward, pussy already damp as she shifts in her chair. A smirk tugs at her lips while her fingers trace the hem of her skirt, inching it higher with each slow grind against the wood. Cock-hungry and barely holding back, she drags her nails along her inner thighs, leaving pink trails. The red studio lights flicker as she finally lets her legs fall open wider, giving the camera an unobstructed view of her soaked panties. Casca Akashova moans low, her voice barely audible over the hum of the studio lights, before she reaches for the mic with one hand while the other disappears under her skirt.