Boss's Delayed Discipline

Nicole Aria still remembers that summer. Dana Vespoli ran the office with a sharp tongue and zero patience for mistakes. One clumsy order got Nicole an earful in front of everyone, and something inside her snapped awake. She went home wet, ashamed, and too scared to do anything about it. Years later she reached out anyway. Dana answered like she’d been expecting the call. Now Nicole stands naked in Dana’s living room, blonde hair loose, heavy natural breasts rising fast with every breath. Dana’s older body is still toned, still in command. She doesn’t waste words. She shoves Nicole to her knees, fingers slipping straight between soaked folds. Nicole moans as two knuckles push deep, then three, curling hard until her thighs shake. Dana watches her face, calm and cruel. She grips Nicole’s chin, thumb hooking inside her mouth, pulling her open while the fingers keep working below. When Nicole tries to look away, Dana plants a bare foot on the back of her head and presses her down into the rug. The angle changes everything. Nicole comes with a muffled cry, cunt gripping Dana’s hand, drool sliding past the thumb still hooked in her cheek. Dana doesn’t stop. She drags Nicole up by the hair, bends her over the arm of the couch, and starts again with slower, deeper strokes, foot braced between Nicole’s shoulder blades. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her. Nicole can’t remember ever wanting anything this much.