No Time For Yourself

Serene Siren can't picture life without Laney Grey as her secretary. Laney's a total workhorse—Serene would be totally screwed without her. Plus, damn, Laney's smoking hot, but Serene keeps that little secret locked down tight. Then one afternoon, Serene spots Laney wincing, rubbing her shoulder all stiff and tense. 'What's up?' Serene asks, and Laney confesses she's sore as hell. Jackpot. Serene jumps on it, offering a massage to melt that stress away. Laney's hesitant at first, cheeks flushing, but Serene charms her with that boss-lady smile. 'You gotta take care of yourself, babe,' she says, and just like that, Laney's hooked. Serene wastes no time, guiding Laney to sit down and sliding in behind her. Her hands land on those tight shoulders, kneading deep and sure. Laney sighs, her body going soft under the pressure—pure magic. Spotting her shot, Serene leans in, lips brushing Laney's neck in a hot kiss while her fingers slip under the blouse to cup those perky tits, thumbs circling the nipples till they're hard peaks. Laney gasps, eyes wide, but one look at the raw hunger in Serene's gaze? She's all in, surrendering to the heat. Grinning like she won the lottery, Serene bends her gorgeous secretary over the desk, hiking up that skirt to claim every inch. Laney doesn't just take it—she flips the script, dropping to her knees and burying her face in Serene's wet pussy, tongue working overtime like the star employee she is. Licking, sucking, driving Serene wild. Yeah, this is just the start—Laney's gonna be begging for more 'massages' from the boss from here on out.