I Became My Boss's Mistress

Jynx has always wanted what she shouldn’t. Married men get her blood up. Now she works for one. She’s watched him across desks and boardroom tables, and when his wife leaves town she decides tonight she’ll stop looking. She shows up at his door with papers that don’t need signing. Under her coat she’s wearing nothing but black lace. He opens the door, sees the straps, and the lie dies right there. She steps inside, drops the coat, and sinks to her knees. His cock is already pushing hard against his trousers; she frees it and takes him deep. Spit runs down her chin, but she keeps her rhythm slow, savoring every thick inch. When he pulls her up she climbs onto his lap on the leather couch. She rides him facing him, small tits brushing his mouth each time she drops down. He grips her hips, thrusts up hard, stretching her open around his heavy shaft. She grinds, circles, then leans back so he can watch her take every inch. He flips her onto her back, spreads her thighs wide, and drives in deep until her moans break into gasps. She wraps her legs tight and takes it all, the forbidden thrill sharper than any ring on his finger.