Mean Bitch Boss 3 - Victoria Voxxx

Miss Voxxx runs a steel grip. One swing of her baseball bat and any backtalk dies fast. Today she aims it at Fluffy. His co-worker stole his work, and now the boss thinks Fluffy is the lazy thief. She orders him out. “Door or knees,” she snaps. He needs the paycheck, so pride stays in the hall while he drops and crawls back inside. She laughs—low, ugly, victorious. The collar snaps around his neck before he can think. She shoves his face where she wants it and tells him exactly how long he’ll stay down there. He licks, sucks, and takes every order, eyes watering, until she decides he’s earned the next position. Later she cages him, then frees only his mouth when she needs it again. Business skirt hiked, bare ass planted on his tongue, feet pressing his chest flat—she uses every inch of him and keeps the bat close in case he forgets who owns the floor.