Mature Boss Stretches Hot Assistant Instead Of Doing Project
Boss slams his office door, eyes locked on her trembling frame. She's been waiting, breath shallow, as he leans in, fingers tracing her collarbone. 'You're late,' he growls, voice low, hungry. She nods, lips parted, as he grabs her hips, pulling her close. His hand slips between her legs, and she gasps, body arching. No agenda, just him—raw, unfiltered, and utterly consuming.
Boss slams his office door, eyes locked on her trembling frame. She's been waiting, breath shallow, as he leans in, fingers tracing her collarbone. 'You're late,' he growls, voice low, hungry. She nods, lips parted, as he grabs her hips, pulling her close. His hand slips between her legs, and she gasps, body arching. No agenda, just him—raw, unfiltered, and utterly consuming.
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