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My Story Time:

SPILLING THE TEA ON MY BOSS’S LITTLE GAME…

Okay, besties, buckle up because this is some next-level boss/secretary spice—no cap. So, I’m Light, the sweet, quiet secretary who never complains (big mistake, iykyk), and Law? Ohhh, Law is my CEO—tall, dominant, and fully aware of the power he has over me.

It started innocently—him calling me into his office under some lame excuse, until he pushed a sleek little remote into my hands and dropped a vibe right onto my desk. “Put it in,” he said, all calm like he wasn’t about to ruin me. And y’all… I did. Slid that thing right into my pussy under my skirt, already shook from how exposed I felt.

Then—plot twist—he hits the remote. Bzzzt. Full power. My knees buckled, my voice cracked, and Law? He just smirked, leaning back like “That’s cute.” After that? Meetings became a nightmare (or a blessing, no lie). He’d press that button mid-presentation, watching me squirm, my thighs clamping around nothing, my cunt dripping under my stupid pencil skirt.

But the real devilry? When he upgraded the toy. Thicker. Bigger. More impossible to ignore. He’d make me sit on his lap during private reports, my ass pressing the vibe deeper with every shift, his hand right on the remote. “You gonna come for me, Light?” he’d murmur, and oof—I always did.

Then came the final boss level: weekend “team-building” (sus, I know). He took me horseback riding with that monster inside me. Every gallop sent shocks through my clit, my legs shaking, my moans stifled by the breeze. By the time we stopped? My pants were soaked, the saddle was slick, and Law? He just watched, all satisfied, like he’d won.

And guess what? I let him. Every. Damn. Time. 🫠✨ Period.