And oops. Did I accidentally let on that I’m still thinking about the way my boss tongue-fucked me on the couch in front of the Christmas tree? But at least that was better than any of the alternatives. Like can you please take off your shirt and show me if it’s true that there’s one billionaire in the world who has ripped abs? Or, can you stop being so stoic and let me return the favor because visions of your cock are dancing in my head?
