Executive Stroke Order: Body Worship
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Your rules are clear: when I’m covered, you stop stroking. When I tease you with cleavage, when I bounce my tits right in front of your eyes, when I turn around and grind my uncovered ass in your face, you stroke harder, draining yourself for me. Every reveal is a reward, every second of exposure is another step deeper into your corporate addiction. 🫦
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I own you in this office. I make you stroke to my heels, my tits, my ass, until you can’t tell the difference between your hard work and my profit. The more I tease, the more you give. The longer you watch, the more you lose yourself in my power. Your paycheck, your control, your dignity... all signed over to your boss, forever. You're corporate property... get used to it. 🤭
Welcome to my office, where every meeting ends with you broke and desperate. I’m the corporate boss you’ve been fantasizing about. Commanding, seductive, and untouchable in my tailored dress with my Honey Birdette lingerie hidden underneath. My YSL heels sway in your face as you sit below my desk,...
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Your rules are clear: when I’m covered, you stop stroking. When I tease you with cleavage, when I bounce my tits right in front of your eyes, when I turn around and grind my uncovered ass in your face, you stroke harder, draining yourself for me. Every reveal is a reward, every second of exposure is another step deeper into your corporate addiction. 🫦
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I own you in this office. I make you stroke to my heels, my tits, my ass, until you can’t tell the difference between your hard work and my profit. The more I tease, the more you give. The longer you watch, the more you lose yourself in my power. Your paycheck, your control, your dignity... all signed over to your boss, forever. You're corporate property... get used to it. 🤭
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