Chapter 33 Hot Boss (1)

• Marcus didn’t think twice before pushing open the door to Mrs. Brenda’s office, a stack of documents tucked under his arm. He’d forgotten to knock—again—a habit he swore he’d break one day. But the second he stepped inside, his breath caught, and the papers nearly slipped from his grip. There she was, his boss, Mrs. Brenda—a busty milf with fiery red hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her thick, full lips glistening as they worked between Ann’s spread thighs. Ann, his smug little colleague, was sprawled across the desk, her top long gone, perky tits bouncing slightly with every shudder, her short black skirt bunched around her waist like a useless afterthought.
• “Oh fuck,” Marcus muttered under his breath, eyes wide, heat creeping up his neck. Ann’s soft moans filled the room, her fingers tangled in Brenda’s hair, pulling her closer as the older woman’s tongue flicked and sucked, loud and wet. Brenda’s own top was off, her heavy breasts swaying as she knelt on the floor, her gray skirt hugging her thick hips, the fabric riding up just enough to tease. Marcus stood frozen, jealousy twisting in his gut—Ann always got the special attention, the late-night “meetings,” the smirks in the break room. He wanted to bolt, to pretend he hadn’t seen this, but Brenda’s voice cut through the haze.
• “Don’t you dare leave, Marcus,” she purred, lifting her head just enough to lock her sharp green eyes on him, her lips slick with Ann’s wetness. “Come in. Lock the door.” It wasn’t a request—it was a command, dripping with authority and something darker. Ann giggled, her head tipping back, not even bothering to cover herself as she watched him through half-lidded eyes.