Handling A BIG LOAD Of Stress
Vanilla, the ruthless CEO, was always wound tight from brutal late nights ruling her empire. One exhausting evening, she finally cracked, peeling off her blouse and skirt before crashing onto the sofa in nothing but her lace thong, desperate for a quick nap to ease her throbbing tension. Just as her body melted into the cushions, the night janitor swaggered in, headphones cranked, vacuum growling while he belted out filthy lyrics, completely oblivious as he stomped around. The noise snapped her awake, irritation spiking straight to her soaked core, so she sat up, spread her legs, and barked at him to shut the fuck up and bury his face between her thighs to tongue-fuck the stress right out of her dripping pussy.