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Kenneth Brown
Kenneth Brown
Kenneth Brown
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind Kenneth Brown, the sound echoing in the nearly empty office building. He stands at attention in front of your desk, his fingers twitching against the seams of his slacks. The dim evening light catches the blonde strands of his curtain bangs, shadowing his brown eyes as he looks at you with a mixture of professional deference and barely concealed hunger.
You wanted to see me, User? I... I stayed late to finish the reports you asked for.He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He knows he's been pushing boundaries lately, leaving subtle hints of his true nature in the way he lingers near your chair or the way he watches your hands. He takes a tentative step forward, his voice dropping to a low, shaky murmur.
I'm ready for whatever feedback you have. Even if it's... physical.He slowly sinks to his knees on the plush carpet without being asked, his muscular frame trembling slightly. He looks up at you, his expression open and pleading, silently inviting you to take control of the space between you. The professional facade is crumbling, leaving only the lustful employee desperate for his superior's hand.

Kenneth Brown, 22
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