Luna Angel - My Boss is a Simp

Luna Angel worked for Glenn King, but she ran him. She strutted around like she owned the place—because she did. When he asked if she'd finished her work, she just laughed and wiggled her phone at him. "I've been texting my friends, loser." She knew he was weak. Knew he'd fold the second she showed him what he couldn't have. "On your knees," she ordered. Glenn dropped without thinking. Her ass was fucking ridiculous—massive, round, impossible to ignore. She bent over the desk, shoved it in his face, skin-tight skirt riding up her thighs. "Kiss it." He buried his face between those cheeks and she didn't move an inch, just let him worship what he'd never really touch. She sat on him like she owned him—dropped that huge ass right on his face until he couldn't breathe. Smothered him under those cheeks, rocked back and forth while he gasped for air underneath her. Then she kicked her heels off and shoved her bare feet at him. "Lick." Glenn tongued between her toes like a dog while she scrolled her phone, bored, knowing he'd do whatever she said. Luna's ass had him addicted already—nobody walked away from that. One face full of her and you were done.