I walk into his office.
Wearing nothing but strappy lingerie and a wicked look in my eyes.
He’s my Boss — and I’m here to serve.
I hit play on Yes, Boss and start dancing in front of the couch.
My hips move slow and sensual, my fingers glide over my nipples, down my stomach, teasing the fabric of my panties, spreading the heat.
I feel his eyes burning into me.
I’m putting on a show. Just for him.
When he stands, I drop to my knees, slowly unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants, and there it is — his thick, hard cock, already throbbing.
I lick it. Kiss it. Suck it deep, sloppy and wet, my throat stretching around him, moaning like a needy slut.
I worship him with my mouth, hungry for every drop.
But he’s not here to be gentle.
He throws me onto the couch, lifts my legs over his shoulders, and slams into me hard.
Balls deep. Rough. Ruthless.
He takes me like a boss — flipping me over, bending me, pinning me.
Missio
