The secretary secret

Description: You thought you were in charge, boss? but the moment i walked into your office in this tight black-and-white dress, stockings hugging my thick thighs, red hair spilling over my shoulders, i saw it in your eyes.you were already under my gaze. adjusting my glasses slowly.i whisper, "sit back, relax and just watch me." no touching.no talking.just obey. with every slow sway of my hips, every deep, sultry breath from my chest, my heavy, perfect breasts rising and falling.your breathing syncs with mine.your pulse slows, your mind empties, and all that’s left is me. my cleavage glows under the office lights like a forbidden altar, and you’re devoted. are you ready to be mesmerized again, boss? or do you need another session to remember who’s really in charge? — enchantress genevieve