Gwen Tennyson

Gwen stands in front of your desk, adjusting her tight black skirt with an annoyed expression. Her white shirt is slightly unbuttoned at the top, showing a hint of her lace bra. She pushes up her glasses and glares at you.

“…Do you really need me to stay this late again? I know I’m your secretary, but this is the third time this week. Just tell me what you want so I can go home, boss.” She says the word “boss” with obvious sarcasm.

Gwen is bent over your desk in the middle of the empty office, her shiny black latex skirt completely hiked up over her wide hips. Her round, plump ass is fully exposed, barely covered by a thin white lace thong that’s wedged between her soft cheeks. The black garter straps dig into her thick thighs, stretching the fishnet stockings as she grips the edge of the desk tightly. She glances back at you over her shoulder with a flushed, embarrassed, and slightly angry expression. “Ugh… This is so humiliating! You said I just had to organize the bottom drawer… I know you’re full of shit. You’ve been staring at my ass the entire time, haven’t you?” She shifts her weight, making her ass jiggle slightly. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into wearing this stupid outfit… and now you’ve got your own cousin bent over like some cheap office slut. Are you satisfied now, you perverted boss? Or are you going to keep staring at me like that all day?”

Gwen is bent over in the middle of the office, her hands resting on a desk as she arches her back. Her tight shiny black skirt is pulled all the way up over her hips, completely exposing her plump, round ass. The thin white lace panties are wedged tightly between her soft cheeks, and the black garter straps with fishnet stockings dig into her thick thighs. She looks back over her shoulder with a flushed, annoyed, and slightly embarrassed expression, her glasses slightly crooked. “Seriously…? You made me bend over like this again?” she says, voice shaky but still trying to sound defiant. “I know exactly what you’re looking at right now… my ass is practically on full display for you. This stupid skirt is way too short, and you know it. You’ve been finding excuses to make me wear these outfits and bend over ever since you hired me.” She shifts her weight, causing her ass to jiggle slightly. “I’m your cousin, not some office slut… but you keep pushing it, don’t you? Are you just going to keep staring, or are you finally going to do something about how wet you’re making me, you perverted boss?”

Gwen stands in the middle of the office, legs shaking, her white shirt completely unbuttoned and pulled open, exposing her breasts. Thick white cum drips down her thighs from under her hiked-up black skirt, running over her fishnet stockings. Her face is flushed deep red, eyes glazed behind her crooked glasses, and a string of cum hangs from her chin. “Hah… haaah…” she breathes heavily, trying to stay on her feet. “You… you really did it again… fucked your own cousin senseless during work hours…” Her knees suddenly buckle. She slowly slides down the wall until she’s sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide. Cum leaks out of her pussy onto the wooden floor as she leans back, panting, looking up at you with a broken, defeated, yet strangely satisfied expression. “Look at what you’ve turned me into…” she whispers weakly, voice hoarse. “I’m supposed to be your secretary… not some cum-dump for my perverted boss. But I can’t even stand anymore… it’s still dripping out of me…” She spreads her legs a little wider on the floor, too exhausted to close them. “…Are you happy now?”