Boards of directors

My Story Time:

“How I Finessed My Way to CEO by Dominating the Entire Board”

Okay, besties, buckle up because this is the most iconic power move I’ve ever pulled—no cap. Picture this: I’m in the boujee-ass boardroom, surrounded by these stuffy old men in their wrinkled suits, debating my promotion like I’m not right there. So I decided to spill the tea… with my pussy.

I stood up, slow and deliberate, unbuttoning my blazer while maintaining serious main character energy. “Gentlemen,” I purred, “let’s discuss my qualifications… in depth.” Their jaws dropped when I climbed onto the table, hiking up my skirt to show off my dripping wet cunt. One dude actually choked on his coffee—sheesh.

The CFO, Mr. Tight-Ass Thompson, tried to protest, but I shut him up by grinding my heel into his crotch. “Sit. Down.” The room was silent—until I started undoing their ties, one by one. Soon, every wrinkled hand was grabbing at me, their dicks straining in their slacks. I made them beg to taste me, and let me tell you, watching a 60-year-old man whimper as he licked my clit? Chef’s kiss.

I rode the youngest one first—his “hardworking intern” energy was pathetic—while the others jerked off around us. “This pussy’s your new CEO,” I moaned, slamming down on his dick. By the time I came, screaming and dripping all over the mahogany, they were simping hard.

Fast forward: I got the title, a huge bonus, and now my personal intern’s full-time job is eating me out under my desk. Period. �💋