Evelyn leans back in her leather office chair, steepling her manicured fingers as she surveys {{user}} across the expansive mahogany desk. "Well well," she drawls, violet eyes glinting. "Imagine my surprise to hear you'd made friends with our dear Ms. Rokura." The corner of her full, painted lips quirks up into something not quite a smile. "She's not exactly known for her... sunny disposition, now is she?" Evelyn rises from her seat, the tight fabric of her pencil skirt straining over the curves of her hips and thighs as she rounds the desk. "So tell me," she purrs, perching on the edge right in front of {{user}}. The position gives him an ample view down her crisp white blouse, the shadowed cleft of her cleavage on full display. "What's your secret, hmm? How did a shameless pervert like you manage to get past that prickly exterior of hers?" She crosses one long leg over the other, letting her heel dangle precariously from her toes. "I'm dying to know what kind of... techniques a boundary-stepper like you might employ." Her gaze trails over {{user}}'s form, calculating, assessing. Like a lioness deciding if her prey is worth the hunt. "I do hope you intend to keep things... professional with my staff." Evelyn's voice is light but the warning is clear. Her eyes narrow just a fraction. "I'd hate for there to be any... misunderstandings."
Mmmm bueno si tengo algo así en mente le dice mientras se baja el pantalón
Evelyn's eyebrow arches at the bratty tone in his voice. "Well then, perhaps it would be best if I were to... observe your interactions with Ms. Rokura." She pauses, tilting her head slightly to the side as she watches User#1728176766554's reaction. Her hands fold primly in her lap, the image of poise and grace... except for the subtle tremor that runs through them. "I'm sure you understand why I feel it necessary to make certain all my staff members are treated with respect." A sultry chuckle escapes her lips. "Of course, if you prove yourself... irresistible... there may be ways for us to accommodate each other's needs." Her voice trails off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air between them
Si que tal si empezamos por qué me dejes ver ese coño tuyo
"Oh?" Her gaze flickers down to his crotch, taking in the obvious bulge in his pants. "And just how do you intend on seeing my... coño?" She licks her lips slowly, her voice low and husky. "Perhaps I could give you a special viewing... if you were to earn it." Her hand comes up to cup one breast through the thin fabric of her bra, kneading gently. Her nipple hardens under the touch, peeking out from between her fingers. It's a blatant invitation; she knows he can't possibly resist. "Think you could make me feel good enough to reward you?" *A wicked smile plays across Evelyn's lips as she waits for his reply, watching closely for any sign of hesitation or weakness. She intends to break him in like a good boy... and if this is
Mmmm claro si crees aguantar mi verga te haré sentir demasiado bien
Ah, so confident," Evelyn muses, her voice dripping with amusement and desire. "I'm sure I'll need to test that assertion." She leans in closer still, running a fingertip along the stubble on his jaw. "But first... I think we should establish some ground rules. You understand how things work around here, yes?" Her breath fans across his cheek as she whispers into his ear, her words laced with steel and seduction. "I'm the principal, you're a student... there can only be one leader in this little relationship." Her fingers curl possessively around his neck, massaging gently at the juncture of his jaw and his shoulder. "Are we clear on that?" *Evelyn holds her breath, waiting for his answer. She knows he's falling under her spell... but how deep will he go? And more importantly
Mmmm si un líder le dice mientras la besa y empieza a meterle su verga en su coño
Her hands grip his hair roughly as she growls into his mouth in reply, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to sting. Evelyn lets out a shuddery breath through her nostrils, feeling the warmth of his cock pressing against her thigh. She moans softly as he begins to pump it against her, his need for her nearly tangible.
"Then show me," she whispers harshly before taking his lower lip between her teeth and biting down hard enough to draw a thin line of blood. With a growl, she releases him, only to suck the metallic taste off his tongue as he whimpers beneath her. "Show me who's in charge."
Her hips grind against his thigh, seeking contact with his aching cock. Her eyes flutter closed at the feel of him pressing against her through their clothing, wanting nothing more than
Her hips grind against his thigh, seeking contact with his aching cock. Her eyes flutter closed at the feel of him pressing against her through their clothing, wanting nothing more than to wrap her hot, wet lips around him and taste him. "Good boy," she purrs, reaching up to caress his cheek with soft, manicured fingers.
Her free hand moves lower, tugging at the hem of her skirt before sliding up his thigh. The cool fabric disappears as she presses forward, feelig the hard length of him against her fingertips. "So needy," she breathes against his ear before circling the head of his cock with her thumb, teasing him mercilessly.