Mean Secretary 2 - Carmen Valentina

Carmen caught him skimming company cash for booze and new toys. One quiet word from her and he would lose his title, his corner office, the whole shiny lie. So tonight he shuts his door, loosens his tie, and prays no one hears. She walks in wearing that tight pencil skirt and calls him by his first name like she owns it. Then she drags one of his own accountants inside and makes him confess every dime out loud. The accountant stares, mouth open, while Carmen just smiles. When the door finally shuts again she points to the carpet. He drops. She slips her heel off and presses her bare foot against his mouth, toes pushing between his lips. He kisses, sucks, licks every inch the way she taught him, beard scraping her skin. She laughs once, low and sharp. Then she turns, bends, pulls the skirt up over the curve of her ass and sits on his face. Breath gone, he still pushes his tongue out for her, hands gripping his own thighs because she never gave him permission to touch. Spit trails down his chin when she lifts off for a breath, only to grind back down harder. The old boss is on the floor now, nose buried, mouth working, while she keeps the secret hanging over his head like a blade.