Boss Grinds Her Heel into His Face While Reading Papers

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes are fixed on the papers, but you can tell she's aware of every shift of your body, every catch in your breath. She sits in that chair, her black blazer framing her big tits in a white bra, those beige stockings hugging her slim legs. And then, so slowly, she lifts her foot and places it on his face.

His eyes close, his head tilts, and he takes the pressure of her heel. She doesn't flinch, just keeps reading like he's not even there. But you know he is, you can feel him, feel the ache growing as she shifts her foot just a little. Your hand is moving now, stroking to the rhythm of your pulse. You're getting hard, wet, and it's all because of her.

You're on the edge now, your breathing quickening as she keeps reading, keeps pressing down. You can't take much more of this, you need to see it for yourself. Press play and let her grind her heel into your face too.