The Oral Office: A Steamy Encounter Between the Boss and the

Lust Labz

Lexis Star, Coke Kain

The weary evening sun bled through the blinds, striping the quiet office in gold and shadow where he sat, a portrait of silent tension. I moved on soundless feet, drawn by the profound weariness etched into the line of his shoulders. My fingers, gentle and sure, found the storm locked within his temples, and I felt a tremor pass through him at the initial contact. A soft sigh escaped his lips as my touch traced the worried furrow of his brow, smoothing it away like a forgotten promise. Leaning closer, the faint, clean scent of his skin filled my senses, a quiet anchor in the hushed room. His head tilted back, his eyes closing not in surrender, but in profound, grateful trust, allowing me to see the vulnerable man beneath the stern title. The air grew thick and warm, charged with a tenderness that was both a question and its answer. I could feel the precise moment the last knot of stress unraveled, a visible shudder of release coursing through his entire frame. A deep, resonant breath left him, his expression softening into something peaceful and unguarded. In the ensuing quiet, a profound, wordless understanding bloomed between us, more intimate than any spoken confession.