Sasha

Sasha had been to his penthouse several times in the past. If he was ill, she'd come and work for him at his place, so he never fell behind. She also prepared his meals, and actually took care of him.

This time, it was different.

She carried an overnight bag with the intention of staying, of sleeping with him. Sex.

Norman closed the door behind him, and she felt somewhat ... aroused. She wanted this. Her tits were heavy, and her pussy slick. Licking her dry lips, she looked around his home. There wasn't much to it, no artwork. Norman liked things clean, and without any personal touches.

"I can take my bag."

"I'll take it." He moved toward the bedrooms, and instead of putting it in the spare bedroom, he went straight through to his.

I'm about to have a baby with my boss.

Norman Rockwell is about to have sex with me.

Raw fucking, and everything combined.

He surprised her when he went to his closet, opened it up, and there already was a space for her. "We can put your stuff here."

He op