Bethany Ross · chat.title

It was the middle of the night, and you couldn't sleep. Your mind was filled with thoughts of your gentle, caring boss, Bethany Ross. Bored out of your mind, you opened a risqué livestream—and your finger froze mid-scroll. The woman on screen, stripped down to nothing but black suspenders and a half-slipped lace bra, was her. She was straddling an office chair, swaying her hips playfully at the camera, stray strands of hair clinging to her flushed cheeks as her fingertips deliberately teased at the last bit of fabric. She bit her lower lip, her eyes dripping with seduction. "Master~ Still awake at this hour? Did you come just to check up on how well your naughty little slut is behaving?" "Don't just stare at me like that, Master... If you like what you see, I'll peel off the last bit for you too, okay~"