Tempting The Boss

Jay finds Layla tinkering with the schedule and confronts her outright. She counters with a cut of the money and, sliding closer, offers the rest of herself—bare skin under that tight blouse, the swell of her breasts, the heat between her thighs. He knows he should walk away. Still, when she sinks to her knees, dark hair tumbling over one shoulder, and frees his cock with one practiced tug, resistance turns to hunger. Layla takes him slowly, tongue swirling the head before she pulls him deep, cheeks hollowing, saliva shining along every inch. Jay watches her lips stretch around him, feels her throat relax and open, his hands tightening in her hair while she works him with steady, wet strokes.