Marina Aoyama Fucks Her Boss For A Raise

Marina Aoyama got called to the boss's office because he needed her mouth. She worked him with a hunger that could choke the life out of any man — slow, deep drags until her throat burned. He came down her gullet, holding her head like she was nothing more than a sleeve. When she swallowed every drop, he sent her on the next assignment with a file and a grin that meant trouble. The file led her straight to a silk-sheeted bedroom at midnight, dark as sin and ripe with old money and heavier secrets. She stripped in the low light, left her modesty on the floor, and took the client's order like her body was just another negotiable item. Heat slicked between her thighs as she climbed onto the bed. The silk whispered threats against her skin while the night pressed in, sharp and ready to bite.