Mean Bitch Boss 8 - Destiny Cruz

Miss Cruz has him on his knees before the office door shuts. His sales stunk and she spits the numbers at him like bad coffee. He keeps apologizing until his voice dries up. She tells him he has nothing left to bargain with but his mouth. So he licks the grit off her heels, tongue sliding between each toe like he might find mercy there. When she stands and turns, the choice is simple: bury his face in her ass or pack his box. He stays. Every morning after that he crawls across the carpet, tongue out, pride scraped flat on the floor. She settles onto his face, grinding until the only air he gets comes warm from between her cheeks. He keeps the job. She keeps the throne.