Scene Description:

Holly's fiery senatorial run, fueled by her hardcore anti-masturbation crusade, had investors drooling at the prospect of backing a true moral crusader. Brooke smirked as she promised them Holly was the perfect, iron-willed candidate to crush the filthy habit once and for all. But the moment she swung open the office door, they froze—there was Holly, legs spread wide on her desk, skirt hiked up, fingers frantically pumping in and out of her soaked, throbbing pussy, juices dripping down her thighs as she moaned like a desperate slut. The investors recoiled in disgust and yanked every last cent, leaving Brooke seething. Furious, she grabbed Holly by the hair and snarled that it was time for a brutal, hands-on lesson in exactly what that dripping cunt was made for—pushing her down and forcing her to edge, squirt, and scream until she was a broken, begging mess.