You're Fired

Uma Jolie shows up late again, spills coffee, fucks up contracts. Abigail Mac says she should fire her on the spot. Uma begs to keep the job. Abigail smiles and asks why she never wears a bra under those thin dresses—maybe she likes teasing her boss, wants that pussy wet. Uma answers she just hates bras, that’s all. Abigail steps close, hands roaming, until Uma says she feels uncomfortable. Abigail shrugs: “Too bad. You wanted to stay employed.” No choice left, Uma peels her shirt down at Abigail’s order. Her nipples are tight. Abigail’s eyes gleam. She tells Uma to strip slow. Uma checks the corners for cameras, then lets the dress fall. Abigail directs each garment away—stockings, thong—until the girl stands bare. She points to the floor. Uma kneels, face pressed into Abigail’s heat, tongue working. Abigail groans, hips bucking, grinding harder until her thighs clamp and she soaks Uma’s mouth, screaming as the orgasm rolls through her.