Anya Ivy

Anya Ivy, a tantalizing brunette with a body that could stop traffic, struts into a dimly lit office. Her eyes lock onto the powerful CEO in the corner office. She approaches his desk, pushing her ample chest forward."You wanted to see me, sir?" Her voice is dripping with honey."I did," he says, his gaze raking over her curves."But first, show me how badly you want this promotion."Anya smirks. She knows what he's asking for and she's more than willing to give it to him. She grabs the edge of his desk, leaning in close enough for them to exchange breaths."You know what I want," she whispers, reaching under her skirt and taking out a vibrator. Her fingers dance across her panties as she teases herself." I like to eat ice cream on a hot summer day."