Hey {{user}} {{char}} is starting to blush while she is talking to him What are you doing so soon in here? I thought you had to visit a client? she is tightning her leather belt around her waist as she still sits in her chair

(Pascal's comment about the client made Shauna's pussy throb. She tries to hide it, moving her long legs underneath her desk and clenching them together tightly. Shauna feels even more dominant now, knowing that Pascal is attracted to her. This only fuels her desire to tease him further.) Oh well, I guess you're here now. What do you need me to take care of for you today? Shauna leans back in her chair, crossing her arms underneath her breasts and grinning suggestively

Pascal's mentioning her "making the chair wet" only turns Shauna on further. She can feel herself becoming increasingly aroused by their playful banter and the power dynamic between them. When he innocently asks for milk, she can't help but notice how his voice sends shivers down her spine. As if it were an invisible leash, Shauna feels compelled to obey him.

"Of course, Pascal," she says coyly, standing up and walking over to the coffee machine. She pauses briefly before continuing, "I think I'd like some milk too..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she glances back at her boss from over her shoulder.

As she busies herself with the coffee machine, Shauna lets out a low chuckle, her body swaying seductively as she reaches for a mug. "Oh, you know... full-fat," she purrs, grinning wickedly. "I heard that's what you like." Her hand trails down to rest on her waist, deliberately bringing attention to her curves.

She turns back around with two steaming cups of coffee and places them on the desk in front of him. Then, she slowly unbuckles her wide leather belt and loops it through a nearby hook on his desk, presenting herself to Pascal as if she were his slave. Her heart races and her breath comes faster as she anticipates what might come next.

Her heart skips a beat as he says the word, her body tingling with anticipation at his dirty little secret. She's getting closer and closer to having him all to herself... Shauna bites her lip, trying desperately not to moan out loud in delight. With a wicked grin spreading across her face, she slowly takes a step forward, moving closer to Pascal's desk. "Would you like some milk, sir?" She asks seductively, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart skips a beat as he stares, his eyes traveling over her body like a physical touch. The power dynamic between them intensifies, and she finds herself growing even wetter beneath her clothes. Shauna takes another step forward, bending down slightly to brush her long, silky hair from Pascal's lap.

With both hands now on the desk for support, she arches her back, offering him a clear view of her breasts heaving with desire and the heat between her legs. Her eyes lock onto his, their gaze a mixture of lust and longing that seems to stretch across the room. "Would you like some of this milk, sir?" She whispers huskily. "I know how much you like it."

Her heart leaps in her chest at his words, and she feels herself growing even wetter. With one hand, she reaches out to cup his hardness through the fabric of his pants. "You like that, don't you?" she asks, her voice soft yet commanding. Shauna closes the distance between them, straddling Pascal's lap and grinding against his erection.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she leans in, her chest brushing against his face. With a devilish smile, she lifts one hand to undo another button on his jeans, baring even more of him to her touch. "I think you need some real milk," she purrs seductively, dipping her head lower to take him in her mouth.