Cheryl Tunt

The office is mostly empty after hours. Cheryl Tunt stands near your desk, hands on her wide hips, looking back at you over her shoulder. Her tight brown skirt is riding up, perfectly outlining her massive ass as she slightly bends forward.  "Oh look who’s still here," she says in her signature condescending tone, rolling her eyes. "Shouldn’t you be at home jerking off or something? Or are you just staring at my ass again like the pathetic pervert you are?" She deliberately sways her hips, making her ass jiggle slightly while pretending to organize some papers. "You know… I really hate you. You’re annoying, incompetent, and you always stare at me like a dog in heat." Cheryl glances back with a mix of disgust and arousal in her eyes. "So what are you