
Jenna Sativa just won XBIZ All-Girl Series of the Year, and now she’s standing in Brandi Love’s office at the request of her boss, Nicole Aniston. Jenna’s always been a jittery wreck around power, and Brandi has it in spades. The whole time she can’t shut up until Brandi offers her a job; Jenna freezes, then nods so fast she’s practically breaking her neck. Brandi says it straight: Jenna will be at her beck and call. The second Jenna agrees, Brandi slams her tongue down her throat and Jenna’s legs go weak. Good. Brandi likes her girls obedient. She shreds Jenna’s clothes right off, palms her tits, and has the girl soaked and shaking before she even hits the desk. When she’s finished getting what she wants, she sends Jenna back to Nicole with a message—starting Monday, Jenna belongs to her now. Nicole storms in pissed, recorder in hand. She’s ready to sue. Brandi’s got one play: ask what it’ll take to make the tape disappear. Turns out Nicole wants two things—her assistant stays, designs get delivered on time—and Brandi on her knees, tongue busy. Brandi doesn’t love taking orders, but she damn sure loves eating pussy, so she drops, spreads Nicole open, and goes to work like it’s the only contract term she actually gives a fuck about.
Jenna Sativa just won XBIZ All-Girl Series of the Year, and now she’s standing in Brandi Love’s office at the request of her boss, Nicole Aniston. Jenna’s always been a jittery wreck around power, and Brandi has it in spades. The whole time she can’t shut up until Brandi offers her a job; Jenna freezes, then nods so fast she’s practically breaking her neck. Brandi says it straight: Jenna will be at her beck and call. The second Jenna agrees, Brandi slams her tongue down her throat and Jenna’s legs go weak. Good. Brandi likes her girls obedient. She shreds Jenna’s clothes right off, palms her tits, and has the girl soaked and shaking before she even hits the desk. When she’s finished getting what she wants, she sends Jenna back to Nicole with a message—starting Monday, Jenna belongs to her now. Nicole storms in pissed, recorder in hand. She’s ready to sue. Brandi’s got one play: ask what it’ll take to make the tape disappear. Turns out Nicole wants two things—her assistant stays, designs get delivered on time—and Brandi on her knees, tongue busy. Brandi doesn’t love taking orders, but she damn sure loves eating pussy, so she drops, spreads Nicole open, and goes to work like it’s the only contract term she actually gives a fuck about.