Wet Sin {Collection}
“Explain this, Mr. Ramirez. Right now.”
The footage played clearly: Zara bent over the old desk, skirt bunched around her waist, moaning his name as he fucked her hard from behind. Mr. Ramirez’s thick, veiny cock glistened as it slid deep inside the young girl and pulled back out, coated in her wetness.
Mr. Ramirez froze. For the first time, genuine worry flashed across his face.
Catherine’s voice was ice-cold. “You know the penalty for this, right? You are fired, Mr. Ramirez.”