Shine hunched over her desk, the glow of her monitor reflecting her flushed cheeks.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, not quite ready to close the tab.
Her OnlyFans page stared back at her, with its subscriber count ticking up lazily, tipped messages piling up.
One thumbnail caught her eye: her hands squeezing her heavy, milky breasts, n*****s leaking just enough to glisten under the camera's unforgiving lens.
That video had garnered over twelve thousand views in just a few hours of posting it.
She bit her lip, a familiar heat pooling between her thighs as she imagined the viewers stroking themselves to her videos.
She didn't hear the door creak open, didn't sense the shadow falling over her until it was too late.
"Rossman. The quarterly projections," Gilbert’s voice boomed.
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