It's time to keep me quiet, Mr. Big!

I took those cum-covered panties from our last rendezvous, because I knew that they were my continued ticket to ride this ride.

I made sure to drop by your office at an inopportune time, in this skin-tight cheetah print mini dress and high heels. So what if everyone stared at me as I walked through the halls of your special little multimillion dollar business?

This dress is so easy to pull up or pull down, and I do both. My breasts are on display, in your face, scrambling your brain. I slither into your lap and seduce you, gigg...

It's time to keep me quiet, Mr. Big!

I took those cum-covered panties from our last rendezvous, because I knew that they were my continued ticket to ride this ride.

I made sure to drop by your office at an inopportune time, in this skin-tight cheetah print mini dress and high heels. So what if everyone stared at me as I walked through the halls of your special little multimillion dollar business?

This dress is so easy to pull up or pull down, and I do both. My breasts are on display, in your face, scrambling your brain. I slither into your lap and seduce you, giggling and scheming because I know I have you wrapped around my finger. Putty in my hand.

I slide off my hot pink thong panties, revealing my perfect little pussy, and I tease you with them. You know what you did to these panties. And so do I. But we don't want anyone else to find out, do we? No, no we don't! So let's explore that high-limit credit card - actually, I'll just take it. The way I pick it up, while perched on your lap, and put it between my teeth, makes erotic financial manipulation so fucking hot.

Being black mailed has never felt this good, and you just can't stop it. Not even if you wanted to.

After all that writhing, all that nudity, all that erotic torment, all that looming danger, it's time for me to bounce! I'll take this credit card with me and drain it dry - just like I drained your cock last time! Oh, no sweetie. Nothing's going to happen this time. You don't even get your afternoon delight, just the feeling of being used and manipulated.

Oh, isn't that wife of yours bringing you lunch today? Oops! Hope I don't run into her in the hall again...