No Time For Yourself

Serene Siren would be lost without Laney Grey behind that desk. The girl works her ass off and looks damn good doing it. Serene keeps the second part to herself until the day she catches Laney wincing and rubbing her shoulder raw. Laney admits she's tight as hell, and Serene pounces on the opening like it's free real estate. "Let me loosen you up," she says, no hesitation, no second-guessing. Laney hesitates, but the boss insists: everyone deserves a break, especially the ones who keep the place running. She plants Laney in a chair and steps up behind her, palms hot on those strained shoulders. The pressure hits the spot immediately—Laney's body slackens, breath catching as Serene digs in. When Serene feels the moment click, she leans down, lips grazing the back of Laney's neck while both hands cup and squeeze those perky tits. Laney jolts, eyes wide, but the hunger in Serene's stare short-circuits any protest. Next thing she knows she's bent over the desk, skirt hiked, while Serene feasts on every inch. Then it's Laney's turn; she drops to her knees and buries her face in Serene's wet pussy, working like she always does—thorough, eager, focused. The boss groans and grips the edge, knowing damn well this isn't the last "massage" appointment on their calendars.