Chanel Preston is the boss of everyones dreams

Tommy can't run a goddamn copy machine but he landed the job anyway. His boss only picked him for one skill: knowing how to fuck her tight, wet pussy just right. That’s the whole hiring process. Chanel Preston runs that office like it’s her personal playground and Tommy’s the toy she keeps in her desk. If I could trade places for one afternoon I would. She’s not a girl, she’s a problem you solve with your cock until she’s satisfied and panting. Walking sin in heels, waiting to get bent over and used whenever the mood hits her. Lucky bastard.