a fucking flower: A Journey Through Mystery, Discovery, and Hope

In a fucking flower, elegant CEO Victoria hosts a private late-night meeting. Dressed in a sheer blouse and pencil skirt, she commands her willing assistant to kneel. a fucking flower captures the power play perfectly—her fingers threading through his hair as she guides him beneath her desk. The tension in a fucking flower rises with every whispered order, her stockings sliding down as she perches on the mahogany edge. What begins as dominance in a fucking flower melts into mutual surrender, her gasps filling the silent office until they collapse together in satisfied exhaustion.