Eva Angelina

CEO Day was sacred. All communications blocked, million-dollar view, and whoever the board sent to entertain her. Eva, founder and head of the fashion empire, lounged in barely-there lingerie when the door opened and the newest intern, Milan, walked in by mistake. She didn’t hide her irritation—or her body. “What part of CEO Day do you not understand?” Then her tone shifted. Since he had ruined her reset, she was going to put him to work. She ordered him to his knees. “Lips on my cock,” she said, even though she didn’t have one—she meant the thick strap she sometimes used, but today she simply pulled his already hard cock free and made him serve. She rode his face first, grinding down until she came, then pushed him onto the wide couch overlooking the city. “Since you decided to ruin my day, you’re going to fuck me. And you better do it good.” She guided his thick cock straight into her tight ass, no warmup beyond spit and her own wetness. The stretch made her curse and moan at the same time. “Fuck that asshole. That’s how you become a good employee.” She made him pound her hard, one hand spreading her cheeks so he could watch every inch disappear. When she wanted more she climbed on top and rode him reverse, bouncing her ass on his cock while looking back and telling him he was her new favorite intern. She came again, clenching tight around him, then ordered him deeper, harder, until sweat ran down both their bodies. Near the end she pulled off, turned around, and took him into her mouth, tasting herself on his shaft. Then she bent over the desk and let him finish deep in her ass, flooding her with thick cum while she moaned about promotions and never interrupting CEO Day again—unless he was ready to work just as hard. When it was over she dismissed him with a satisfied smile. “Go back to the office. And don’t you dare come up here again… unless I call for you.”