Nothing exciting ever happens at Brandon Jes‘s office. She excuses herself to the restroom frequently to break up the monotony of the day. She pulls her pantyhose down and up so often she has to buy new ones weekly because they get so stretched. Today, as the hose are wrapped around her ankles and she’s inspecting herself in the mirror, she gets the excitement she so desperately craves. A hand darts out from under the stall, gripping her undergarments and pulling her close to the wall. It’s a man’s hand, and it’s roughly working its way up her thigh. Her shock and fear give way to lust as she realizes that her pussy has flooded from excitement and juices are flowing down her long, toned legs. She sits down on the tile floor and slides her lower body under the stall divider. Soon two jean-clad legs come under to her side and she sends her tootsies straight to where she knows a hard cock will be resting. As she massages this mysterious man’s rod with the soles of her stockinged feet, the hands return to start massaging her clit. Although she can’t see this dude and he can’t see her, they work each other’s body as if they had done it for years. Her hose ripped, her pussy overflowing with lube and her feet now wrapped around a huge dick, she knows exactly what she wants. She stands, walks around the stall and demands that her pussy be filled. He rips what tatters of the hose still remain and slides his penis into her capitulating cunt. As they ram in the dames bathroom at work all she can think about is ending this meeting just as they had begun, with her toes working the tip of his massive dick. She lies down on the cold floor, her feet in the air, waiting for the hot load from this mystery dude who relieved her of another boring day at the office.