Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
he said, raising his phone and aiming it at her.
She frowned deeply. “What are you doing, Sir?”
“Don’t worry about it. I won’t ruin you with it. Now bounce those big tits and make it sexy.”
Megan let out a shaky breath and started bouncing on her toes, her massive breasts slapping back against her ribs with every impact, the sensation painfully uncomfortable given their enormous size.
Mr. Calvin stood up, phone abandoned on the desk. Then his hands clamped over her breasts rough, kneading the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger until they stiffened against her will.