BLACKED BBC obsessed Brooklyn seduces her new supervisor Rob
In the sultry warmth of a summer season’s afternoon, Brooklyn, a curvy vixen with a penchant for the BBC, discovered herself in a precarious place. Fresh off the boat from the ‘hood, she’d snagged an entry-level job at a prestigious advert company courtesy of her bodacious booty and pouty lips. Unfortunately, her new supervisor Rob was Mr. Straight-laced Personified—an precise sq. peg in a spherical gap. But that did not part feisty Brooklyn one bit. She had a sneaking suspicion that beneath his pristine pinstripes beat the determined cock of a person starved for some soul meals.
Brooklyn had finished her due diligence, scoping out Rob as she sashayed by his workplace in micro-minis and low-cut tops. The flicks of his eyes to her heaving tatas and the discrete define of his nasty stick spoke volumes. Yes, Rob was a Wreck-ready to be healed by the dissolutely scrumptious delicacies that have been Brooklyn’s pink panty pudding.
Their first encounter was charged with lascivious electrical energy. Rob was coaching Brooklyn on the brand new database system when her button-bursting shirt “miraculously” popped open, revealing her cocoa kissed cleavage and her bra openly gaped at every pressure of a stretch that concurrently appeared impossibly precarious and but vastly fortuitous. Rob’s mouth gaped open, his panicked, pea-brain wrestling with the dichotomy between “appropriate professional decorum” and the primal howl of his pecker which ravenous growled, “Feed me her fun bits and everyone lives!”
“Oh no!” Brooklyn trilled with mock horror. “I must’ve put on my bra on wrong! Silly me!” Almost in slow-motion, she started to regulate her belongings, as soon as once more permitting her supervisor an unobstructed Grade-A view. “You won’t mind if I get a little grippy-grimy here, will you boss? I’ve never been one for formalities.”
The phrases had barely tumbled erotically out of her mouth earlier than she uncrossed and recrossed her legs – her tiny shorts using up her plump, pumping thighs, stopping simply shy of the promise land. Rob’s eyes adopted the journey like a person possessed as Brooklyn leaned in to whisper one thing in that did not practically should be whispered.
