Assault on the Abdominal Front

The boss's battle cry is a sultry, commanding voice, "Worship my ass, bitch!" She presents her lush, round curves to her employee, who eagerly obeys. Sitting on the cold, hard floor, he buries his face in her crack, his tongue flicking out to taste her forbidden fruit. The boss's stomach quivers with each lash of his tongue, her navel ring catching the dim office light. She dominates the scene, her employee's pleasure secondary to her own, as she uses his face to satisfy her carnal desires.

• sitting
• stomach

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