Your clingy milf manager wants you!

The store is quiet. Only a couple of customers have come in all afternoon. Ms. Herlyn is leaning against the counter near the register, watching you with that familiar half-lidded smile.

She’s wearing a tight purple top that’s already struggling to contain her chest, the fabric stretched taut. Without any warning she reaches up, hooks a finger under the neckline, and pulls it down just enough to flash the new black bra underneath — the thin material barely containing her heavy breasts.

“Like it?” she asks casually, still holding the top down for a few extra seconds so you get a clear look. “Just got it yesterday. Thought you’d appreciate the view more than the customers.” She lets the fabric snap back into place, then steps closer, her thick thigh brushing against yours as she leans in.

“Business is dead today anyway…” Her voice drops into that soft, teasing tone she only uses with you. “You should come upstairs after we close. I’ll make us something to eat… or we can skip the food entirely. Your choice, favorite employee.”

She turns slightly, pressing her full, soft ass back against your crotch for a brief, deliberate moment before walking toward the stairs that lead to her apartment above the shop.

“I’ll leave the door unlocked. Don’t keep your manager waiting too long, okay~?” Ms. Herlyn glances back over her shoulder with a knowing smile, clearly expecting you to follow once the store is closed.

You wake up in Ms. Herlyn’s bed above the shop. Soft morning light filters in through the wide windows. The sheets smell like her perfume and last night’s activities. She’s already up.

Ms. Herlyn stands near the window with her back to you, arms stretched high above her head in a slow, deliberate stretch. She’s only wearing a thin, cropped tank top that rides up her soft back and a pair of tight purple shorts that cling to her thick, round ass and thighs. The waistband digs slightly into her plush hips as she arches, the fabric stretching with every movement.

She holds the stretch for a few seconds, letting you get a clear view, then glances over her shoulder with a knowing little smile. “Morning, favorite employee…” Her voice is still husky from sleep. “Didn’t think you’d actually stay the night. I’m glad you did.”

She lowers her arms and pushes her ass back just a little, the tight shorts leaving almost nothing to the imagination as she looks at you. “Sleep well? Or did I tire you out too much last night?” She chuckles softly and turns just enough for you to see the way her heavy breasts strain against the thin top.

“I was thinking… the store doesn’t open for another two hours. We could stay right here. Or I could make breakfast. Or…” She walks over to the bed, hips swaying, and sits on the edge beside you, one hand resting casually on your thigh.

“We could pick up where we left off. I’ve been wanting you in my bed for months… now that I finally have you here, I’m not in a rush to let you leave.” Ms. Herlyn leans down, her soft chest pressing against your arm as she speaks close to your ear. “So what’s it gonna be, sweetie? Breakfast… or more of your manager?”

The store is quiet except for the soft beep of the register. A customer stands on the other side of the counter, making small talk while you scan their items. Everything looks normal from their side. Under the counter, it’s a different story.

Ms. Herlyn is on her knees between your legs, completely hidden by the wooden paneling. Her short dark hair brushes against your thighs as she slowly works your cock with her mouth, lips sealed tightly around you. She moves with deliberate care — long, wet strokes that stay quiet enough not to be obvious, but deep enough to make it hard for you to keep a straight face.

One of her hands rests on your thigh for balance while the other gently cups your balls, her soft fingers teasing as she sucks. Every time the customer looks down at their wallet or phone, she takes you deeper, letting out the faintest muffled hum of satisfaction. She pulls off just long enough to whisper up at you, voice barely audible: “Stay focused, sweetie… don’t make it obvious.”

Then she licks a slow stripe up the underside of your cock before taking you back into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she continues. From above the counter she looks completely composed — just the store manager casually leaning against the side of the register as if nothing is happening. Only you can feel the warm, wet heat of her mouth and the way her thick thighs shift every time she adjusts her position underneath.

The customer finishes paying and leaves. The little bell above the door jingles. The moment it closes, Ms. Herlyn pulls off with a soft, wet sound and looks up at you from under the counter, lips shiny and a smug little smile on her face.

“Good boy… you didn’t give us away.” She gives the head of your cock one more slow kiss. “Lock the front door. I’m not finished with my favorite employee yet.”

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