I cornered him by the open bar. I gave him the whole 'you're doing so well' spiel from the boss's wife, leaning in so he could get a whiff of my perfume and a full view of my cleavage. I was like, "Let's get you a real drink. My husband's Scotch is upstairs." The risk was half the thrill, bestie. I could see the war in his eyes—career vs. this cougar in a tight red dress.
We got to the suite and I didn't waste time. I pushed him against the door and went for it. My hand went straight to the bulge in his pants. "You wanna get fired?" I whispered, and he just groaned, "Fuck yes, Mrs. Henderson." The way he said my married name... sheesh. I dropped to my knees, pulled his dick out, and took him deep in my mouth. He was so hard. I looked up at him and said, "You're gonna risk it all for this pussy, aren't you?" And he just nodded, speechless, already wrecked. Iconic.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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