Red Stilettos Homewrecker I Own Your Soul Now

Here I am… sitting in your chair. In your office. Wearing the fishnets, the red lipstick and those shiny red stilettos you can’t stop staring at. You thought you were the boss. Cute. I know about your wife. I know how you look at every pair of legs and heels that walks through this office. I know you’re rock hard right now just because I’m here. One word from me and your perfect little marriage is over. One message and she finds out exactly what kind of desperate, perverted husband she married. So from this moment on… You don’t work for the company. You work for me. Stroke for these fishnets. Edge for these red heels. Worship these soles when I tell you to. And if you cum too soon… well… you already know what happens. Your wife is pathetic. I’m the real woman you crave. And now I own your mind, your cock, and every dirty secret you’re too weak to keep. Be a good little pervert. Obey your new goddess.