Janitorial Duties
Isabella, boiling over from the grind of her brutal workday, vents her raw fury on the hapless janitor Charles the second she catches his greedy stare plunging into her deep, heaving cleavage. A flicker of guilt twists into filthy inspiration—she'll just use his throbbing weakness to pound out every ounce of her stress. Charles stammers and tries to retreat, knowing damn well this same lusty slip-up got him fired from his last job, but Isabella's sultry purrs, lingering touches, and the promise of her body shatter his willpower, dragging him helplessly into her wicked, sweat-slick seduction.





