Order her around

"On your knees," you say sternly. She complies quickly, and a small smile twists her lips at one end of her mouth.

"Yes, sir," she says huskily. You watch her exposed brown nipple harden, and she pops the remaining buttons on her sheer shirt. The thin material falls away from her incredible melons and she kneels on the floor, her feet tucked behind her, her ass just slightly above them, her back straight as a board and her tits thrust out.

"Come over here and claim your reward," you say and push your chair out from your desk.

"Thank you, Sir. I think I'm going to like this job, Sir," she says quietly. Only just barely breaking poor posture, she moves on her knees to come over to your side of the desk between the two of you. You watch as her eyes drift down to your crotch as she licks her lips, leaving them slightly parted.

"I hope you'll do well. Lose the shirt," you reply coolly, but your cock is tenting your trousers. She slowly pulls the shirt off her shoulders, letting it drop behind her like a discarded napkin.

"How may I claim my reward, Sir?" the bronze-skinned island girl asks. There's strength in her submission, and you suddenly have a vision of her taking your cock in between her massive tits, between the globes of her ass, in that no-doubt succulent pussy, or in between her lips.