Suzanne French had gone from beat reporter to editor in less than three years. She couldn't have been older than thirty-five, and she had the body to prove it.
Her large, heaving breasts pressed against her tight collared shirt, and between the buttons you could see a pink lace bra. She had a thin waist that curved into a beautifully rounded ass, the contours of which were clearly visible in her tight khakis.
"Here's the deal," she said. "Our current reporter for the Scandals department, he's capoot. Fired. Gone. So I need someone to fill his spot, and fast. Could that be you?"
Her body rumbled as your hands mapped the fat surface of her bubble-butt. The ripe fruit just begged to be played with and you lightly tapped your hand on the juicy cake.
