Keep Quiet or I Send the Email, Milf Boss Blackmails Me To Fuck Her

The calendar is packed and she snaps at Parker to grab the bags. He reminds her he is not the assistant. She reminds him she has been doing this a decade and he will never outshine her. He walks toward the door with the email that proves she is cheating. Husband would love it. She tries to buy him with money or more airtime. He wants one thing: stop treating him like a bitch. She kneels in the red dress and takes him out of the vest and shirt. The blowjob starts as a threat and turns into work when she realizes he might actually send it. Lingerie stays on, a wine-red sling that frames the tattoo on her ass. She admits her husband does not touch her anymore. On the bed she climbs on, then drops to all fours and tells him not to stop. He does not. When he pulls out he paints her mouth. The 4 p.m. meeting can wait.