My p***y was already soaked by the time I stepped into the elevator. For three weeks straight, I had been touching myself every single night to the thought of her — Victoria Langford, the new CEO’s fiancée, my impossibly straight, elegant, and untouchable boss.
Tall, graceful, with sharp cheekbones, full lips, and those piercing hazel eyes that made my knees weak. She was engaged to some powerful man, but all I could think about was how those lips would feel wrapped around my c**t. I was done fantasizing. This week, I was going to make it real. Day One.
I checked myself in the elevator mirror one last time. White corporate blouse, no bra, the first four buttons deliberately undone. My full, heavy breasts were barely contained, n*****s already hard and visibly poking against the thin fab
