Mean Bitch Boss 6 - Karma Rx

Everything was going fine until Karma slid that job offer across the desk. One look at the fine print and Glenn’s stomach dropped. His new title came with a new rule: worship Miss Karma’s feet or walk. He stood to leave. She lifted one heel onto the polished wood, let the other shoe slip and hang, then fall. The sound cracked like a whip. Glenn froze. A second later he was on his knees, tongue already working the arch of her bare foot while she laughed above him. She ground her ass onto his open mouth next, smothering him with heat and weight, daring him to beg for the job with no pay. He begged between licks, cock straining, mind wiped clean except for the taste of her. She owned him before the first hour was up.