My Steamy Story: Histoire d'une réunion ministérielle a...

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Okay bestie, let me spill the tea on this wild afternoon. I’m in this boujee ministerial conference room, my silk blouse feeling way too tight, trying to focus on budget allocations, but I swear I could still taste Dom Dom on my lips from the elevator. Ugh, iconic.

So the Health Minister, Bayiha—total GOAT energy, 1m85 of chocolate temptation—keeps shooting me these looks. I’m trying to keep it professional, no cap, but my pussy is literally throbbing remembering how his 35cm dick felt down my throat. I cross my legs, trying to hide how soaked I am, and catch his gaze dropping to my chest. Sheesh.

Then Abomo, that curvy goddess from Social Affairs, starts arguing with him over funding, and the tension is so spicy. I see him adjust himself under the table and I know. I just know. After the photo op, he “accidentally” brushes against her ass and his cock is a full-on tent situation. Big yikes, but also… mood.

As everyone leaves for the cocktail, I hang back, “forgetting” my notes. He’s at his desk, and his eyes are dark with hunger. “On your knees, Huguette.” Period. I don’t even hesitate. I sink down, my tailored skirt riding up, and free that monster from his pants. I take him deep, gagging a little, my mascara probably running, but idgaf. The way his hips jerk, the guttural moans he makes… I’m clit is so hard, I’m rubbing myself through my pantyhose. He fists my dreads, fucking my face, and groans, “Swallow every drop, you perfect slut.” And bestie, I did. I am so fucking owned.