Stop Staring & Start Fucking 2160p

I was supposed to be working. Wearing my sheer white turtleneck, my white bra barely hidden underneath, and my favorite grey glossy tights, no panties, of course. My heels? 12 cm of beige Louboutin leather. My lips? Deep, sinful red. I sat behind my desk, shuffling papers, pretending to focus. Until he walked in. His eyes lingered on my legs. He told me to stand up. "Show me your outfit," he said. And really, how could I say no? Now tell me, would you be able to keep your hands off?