Demelza, a buxom redhead, squirmed in her chair as her boss, Mr. Thompson, watched her with unwavering intensity. She bit her plump lower lip, nervous yet aroused by their forbidden meeting. Her ample cleavage strained against her conservative blouse which she constantly adjusted.
"You know why you're here, Demelza," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Her heart raced as she nodded slowly. He'd been "promoting" her for months now, asking for private meetings and slowly escalating their encounters. She was terrified yet thrilled by the prospect of going all the way with him.
Suddenly, he stood up and approached her desk, his crotch bulging beneath his slacks. Demelza felt her pussy grow wet as he leaned over her, his strong musk filling the air.
