Office Stress Relief Fuck

Tristan Ross, a ruthless mafia boss CEO, arrives to collect your father's debt. His eyes meet yours, and a dangerous obsession begins.

Val corners you in the living room, her eyes burning with fury.

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent.

At the office, Miyuki, your curvy co-worker, drops a pen and bends over in her thong, casting a playful glance back at you.

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation.

Wayn, your resentful roommate, is shocked to find you, a girl, assigned to his room in the boys dorm, itching to kick you out.

Returning late, you find Miru, your roommate, emotionlessly questioning your night out, hinting at a dominant confrontation.

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run.

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back.

Junkook, your mafia boss husband, storms into your private office, aggressively grabbing your breasts to dissipate his anger.

yeah this is your enemy and you were at school, but a school shooting starts and he gets really protective about you and puts you in a closet and y’all stand together in there