Bossbabe Sarah strides into her assistant's office, her high heels clicking on the floor. He looks up, nervously clearing his throat as she approaches his desk. "I need that report," she says, her voice dripping with authority. He hands it over, his heart racing as she leans over the desk, her cleavage practically spilling out of her low-cut blouse. She flips through the pages, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Impressive," she purrs, running her finger along the side of his cheek. "But I think you could use a little extra help."
Before he knows what's happening, her lips are locked onto his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He tries to resist, but she's too strong. She pulls away, a wicked grin on her face. "Don't worry about it, everything will turn out all right."
