Scene Description:
Asa Akira's got a rep around the office as a ruthless ball-buster who grinds her new assistants into the dirt. The second Tyler drops into her chair, she's straddling his lap with a barrage of filthy demands and commands, her voice low and commanding as she works him over. His mind's spinning the whole time, desperate to place that face and body until it slams into him—she's the filthy dancer who twerked and teased at his bro's wedding, now standing over him with a wicked smirk, daring him to bend her over the desk and fuck her senseless.
