Girl gives private scissor dance for this guy

The Mockingbird, in all its elegant splendor, perched itself on the window sill of the posh, high-rise penthouse apartment. Its melodious chirps echoed through the spacious room, a stark contrast to the unmistakable sound of chains clanking and a woman’s heated cries emanating from behind closed, mahogany doors.

Mia, the sensual secretary, stood bound and gagged with a baseball in her mouth, her wrists and ankles strapped tightly together at her knees using a leather hogtie harness. Her shapely figure was draped in a skintight, black spandex catsuit that accentuated every seductive curve. The shiny fabric hugged her ample breasts like a second skin, and a plunging, zipper-front neckline revealed the inviting valley of her cleavage.

She wore a pair of sheer, thigh-high stockings held up by lace-top garters, while a pair of towering, red high heels added an extra two inches to her statuesque frame. Mia’s makeup was flawless – smoky eyeshadow and lipstick the color of her sassy shoes completed the “sexy secretary” look.

The Boston never passed nor missed a step as she circled around Mia like a predator. Her chocolate locks cascaded down her back in loose curls, and her piercing blue eyes sparkled with mischief. She had dressed for the occasion in a black cocktail dress complete with an sweetheart neckline that displayed her tantalizing assets to their fullest potential.

The final soundtrack of the film was the clacking of lipstick heels against a walnut hardwood floor, which promenade to Mia. The result was an elegant yet sensual masterpiece that left taste buds tingling with anticipation.

Mia had been given a mission – seduce the Boston by whatever means necessary to secure a lucrative business deal. That was the first time the Boston had seen her. And she looked divine, especially in a corseted black business suit. Mia situated herself at her predesigned locate, casually walking the required distance until she attained the Boston.

In a flurry of movement, Mia freed herself and shuffled closer towards the Boston. “Would you please untie me?” she asked in her most enticing tone.
The Boston paused, her eyes wandering up and down Mia’s voluptuous figure appreciatively. A wicked grin spread across her crimson lips, and she hitched Mia’s chin up with one perfectly manicured finger. “What’s in it for me?” she purred seductively.

Mia licked her lips, playing her part flawlessly. “Whatever you desire,” she whispered, nuzzling against the Boston’s neck and inhaling her alluring scent.

And so the game began. Mia, dressed in a black lace-up catsuit, moved closer to the Boston and dropped onto her hands and knees. Slowly, she began to unzip the front of the catsuit, revealing an inch of taut flesh at a time. Her hips swayed hypnotically, and she rolled her shoulders back and forth, providing a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage.

“If you insist on me being seduced…” Mia said coyly, scooting back on the bed and reaching behind her to unzip her catsuit the rest of the way. She shimmied out of the tight garment, letting it pool around her waist as she sat up and slowly peeled it off. Wearing nothing but a black lace mask, fishnet stockings, and strappy black heels, Mia spread her legs, giving the Boston a full view of her glistening folds.

“Better?” she asked breathlessly, running her palm over her clothed mound. The Boston licked her lips, drinking in the sight before her. She watched, enraptured, as Mia continued to pleasure herself, eliciting soft mewls and breathy pants from her lips.

“Mmmm,” Mia whimpered, arching her back as she frigged her clit. “I want you so bad. Please, I need you inside me.”

The Boston obeyed eagerly, crawling between Mia’s splayed thighs to brush her fingers along her slick slit. Mia cried out, hips bucking at the twin sensations of the Boston’s fingers stroking her most intimate places and the coolness of her breath against Mia’s hot center. She spread her knees wider, silently urging the Boston to delve deeper.

But the Boston had other ideas. She wanted to take her time testing Mia’s limits, teasing her until she was desperate and incoherent.

And so she did, trailing feather-light kisses along Mia’s inner thighs, nipping and licking until her scent clouded the Boston’s nostrils. Mia’s lace panties were soaked through, and the Boston couldn’t resist giving her a quick flick of the tongue before returning to kissing lower.

When she reached Mia’s clothed pussy, she could smell her arousal and it made her mouth water with anticipation. Slowly, she tugged the soaked panties to the side and dipped her head down, giving Mia’s swollen clit a teasing lick. Mia’s response was a disheveled moan, her fingers going straight into the

“Please,” Mia whimpered, pressing her cunt against the Boston’s face. “Eat my pussy.”

The Boston was more than happy to oblige. She buried her face between Mia’s thighs, working her tongue along her engorged folds and flicking it over her clit. Mia writhed and moaned, gripping the sheets at her sides as she rode the Boston’s face. All sense of control left her as she chased her orgasm, her hips moving erratically and sweat beading on her brow.

“Don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly, her thighs trembling around the Boston’s head. “I’m so close… fuck!”

Her entire body tensed up as she came hard, clenching around the Boston’s tongue and crying out her release. The Boston worked her through the aftermath, bringing her down slowly before releasing her.

Mia collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving as she came down from her high. She could barely think straight, her mind fuzzy with pleasure in the wake of such an intense orgasm. She needed time to recover before she could broach the subject of the business deal again.

Wordlessly, the Boston stroked Mia’s hair, her fingertips brushing along her scalp comfortingly until her breathing returned to normal. She pressed a soft kiss to Mia’s forehead, silently urging her to rest for a moment.

Mia nuzzled against the Boston’s hand, a slow smile spreading across her face at the tender gesture. She rolled onto her side, curling up against the Boston’s warmth and laying her head on her chest. How easily she could get used to this – the closeness, the intimacy. But she couldn’t lose sight of her goal. She had to seal this deal somehow, and she was willing to push the envelope to do so.