Helping The Boss

India Summer's fed up with this damn company structure. Interns keep dumping half-assed crap on her desk, and she's always chasing folks down to make sure they actually do their jobs. Today, she logs in hunting for that TPS report—zip, nada. She hauls Charlotte into her office, hoping the kid has some excuse, but it's a total bust. Stressed out of her mind, India listens as Charlotte begs to do anything to keep her gig. Grinning slyly, India hands her a task even a klutz like her can't screw up: massage my shoulders and neck while I grind through this work. Fingers dig in deep, tension melts away, and shit gets steamy fast. India's top flies off first, then the rest of the clothes hit the floor in a heap. Before you know it, Charlotte's proving her value—dropping to her knees, unleashing that strong, expert tongue on India's hungry pussy, lapping away like she's starving for it.