Business lady

People see me as the hard-ass CEO who cracks the whip in every boardroom, but once those doors close I ditch the power suit for silk panties and let the real fun start. I toss my blazer on the chair, yank my blouse open, and watch my tits bounce free while the AC kisses my bare skin. Skirt drops, stockings stay. I spread across the cool sheets, legs wide, fingers already between my thighs, rubbing my slick clit in tight circles because I’ve been clenching around nothing since lunch. I moan loud enough that the next room probably hears it, because I don’t care; I’ve earned every filthy sound. Two fingers slide inside and I curl them hard, chasing that sweet spot while my other hand twists a nipple until it hurts just right. Doesn’t take long; I’ve got a board meeting in two hours and I plan to walk in there still wet, still tingling, still grinning like the dirty little secret nobody knows I carry under my crisp blazer.