She flinched when I fixed my gaze on her, scurrying to her seat, her black hair bouncing about her face. “She is running us all into the poor house,” Britney continued. “You’re going to punish her, aren’t you?” hissed B. I grinned. I’ll make them all obey me. For walking over you. Thanks to my girl-cock. “A new…motivational strategy a…consultant gave me.” I licked my lips. We were getting orders, we were expanding. She was pale-skinned and busty, her purple hair framing a mature face. Her hand vanished beneath the table, finding my girl-cock and stroking it. Three years ago, she had been so eager to be apart of my vision for Mizzytique, my makeup company. It was all my fault. Why couldn’t I take control? “Cum in me, B!”
The futa-fairy groaned. So you’re in luck, because that’s my specialty. I found them on their phones half the time, or coming back from too long lunches.
