Just relax!

The cash on your desk can go fuck itself for an hour. She slaps your phone out of your hand and it skitters across the floor while she plants herself right in your lap. Her thighs spread over yours like she owns the place, and you can feel the heat pouring off her through those tiny little shorts. Forget your bullshit numbers and merges—she drags your face between her tits and you’re done for. Those soft tits smother you for a split second before she laughs, low and dirty, and rocks her hips slow, grinding that greedy pussy against your zipper until your cock’s straining up hard against her ass. No more hedging your bets; she’s stripping your belt open with quick, hungry fingers and giving you exactly the kind of dividend you never get on the exchange.