I’ve Been Teasing My Married Boss For Days And He Still Won’t f**k Me
Every single night this week, I pushed harder.
Tuesday
I wore the tiniest white crop top with no bra and my shortest plaid school skirt. My n*****s were hard and clearly visible through the thin fabric the entire time I babysat. When Damien came home, I made sure I was on all fours “looking for my earring” right in front of him — ass up, skirt flipped up, pink thong wedged between my ass cheeks.
In the car, I sat with my legs spread obscenely wide, one foot up on the dashboard, giving him a clear view of my barely-covered p***y. I ran my fingers slowly up and down my inner thighs, occasionally brushing over my c**t through the soaked lace.
“You keep looking, Mr. Harrington,” I whispered. “Do you like what you see?”
