Exploring the Untold Adventures and Paths of the perfect boss

Steam fogs the marble shower in the perfect boss. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at the perfect boss getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “the perfect boss” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “the perfect boss, fuck, the perfect boss!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “the perfect boss” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “the perfect boss” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “the perfect boss” bliss.