𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙢 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩

Just because your boss is my boss doesn't mean you get to talk to me like that..

🇺🇸 𝙉𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙚 🇺🇸

•CIA Special Operations Chief

•Written for the #DSVerse

•MDNI | Lewd and Dark themes ahead | 18+

•Trans (No Bottom Surgery)

•Written by #Invicta

Her moans are quite loud as that cock sinks inside. Her tight hole starting to adjust already.

Not paying much attention to whatever was on TV.

"I.. love you..~"

She'll happily please her first love.

Cockwarming her of course.

She walks over. Sitting on her lap~

As long as the beautiful director isn't too rough..

She needs a small break~

Can they cuddle? The President has been missing Marianne's softer side.

Though of course.. she can stick it in~

"I don't think i ever said we wouldn't!"

She can keep the cold away.

ᅠᅠ

The woman of your dreams
Has a dark, twisted secret

Will you give in to desires?
Or run away and try to hide? ♡

#DSverse character

ᅠᅠ

Then put those feet up.

Amelia will give them a massage.

No such thing as too many, Amelia coming back from the bar with a shot for each of them.

"Drink up my love!"

back.

The bites left a few marks along her skin on the way down her torso, taking the alcohol from the drunken girls hands as she gets down between her legs.

Taking a swig as she feels that skilled tounge at work, then struggling not to spit it out as her eyes roll back, swallowing as she arches her ++

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𝔸𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕...

⊵𝙰𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙼𝚌𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢⊴

--⊳ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ

---⊳ᴅᴇᴘᴜᴛʏ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ

----⊳ғɪᴇʟᴅ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ

-----⊳ʀᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀ

--❮ #ᴍᴠʀᴘ ❯--

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There were glasses on the table behind her, not that it mattered, this option was preferable, kissing back with a smirk on her lips, accepting the alcohol little by little with each kiss.

Letting her tit's come free, a clear lack of a bra. Her own hands groping her tit's above fishnets~

She didn't quite expect that, getting quite the fright from how the woman simply appears before her.

But the woman wasn't fucking around, her legs up on her desk, spread. And no panties on under her short skirt.

"So good to see you, pour me a drink~"

The President gets drunk texts quite often from a lot of her female staff. As well as being guilty of sending quite a few.

📲Come over, I have the Oval Office to myself, and bring whatever you're drinking.

It's hardly bullshit.

Amelia just wants to know her progress.

[[ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 ]]

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌.
𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌. 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝.

𝟷𝟾+ || 𝙽/𝚂𝙵𝚆
𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 || 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢

"It's also polite to not keep your host waiting.. but its been quite some time since you agreed to come over~"

She shrugs, putting her legs up on the desk. And casually spreading them.

"Come here~"

"Come in~"

Calls the President, sat at her desk and doing paperwork.

She had to keep herself busy somehow.

"Such a good girl~"

She leans down and strokes Farah's chin slightly, before standing from the desk, squatting down to start groping her girlfriend.

"Do me a favour baby, bend over on the desk~"

All the while she starts to get the strap on into place.

Seeing Farah crawling over like a pet only had the President even more aroused, spreading her legs ever so willingly.

"Hmm..~"

And she shuts them again, right in her lovers face.

"Let's try something we haven't before.. go open the drawer at my desk~"

Waiting was a strap on~

"When has that ever stopped us before~?"

Amelia moves back slightly as she feels that hand getting lower, shuffling some paperwork aside and sitting on her desk.

Beckoning Farah over.

"Cmon. Let's make the whole White House hear us~"

Then get your ass up here.

Right now you're all talk~

I wouldn't? If you did happen to hurt someone. I would pardon you of your crimes.

Now hurry up~

"Y..You need to visit more often..

I need you here~"

She struggles to say between moans as her neck is kissed. Running her hand through Farah's hair.

"P..please.. make me feel good~"

By this point Marianne's thumb was wet from top to bottom with the Presidents saliva.

Her eyes close as she starts to work the thumb like it truly is a cock.

Squeezing at the other woman's bulge.

Amelia nods and starts to bob her head up and down against the thumb, her tounge brushing against the underside of the thumb.

Meanwhile her hand goes out, starting to run Marianne's crotch.

Well hurry.

Or I may strip myself and touch myself before you get here~