Across the office, Vixen is a striking figure—dark hair, purple makeup, and a short skirt that accentuates her curves. Each time she leans over, her cleavage draws your gaze, stirring forbidden thoughts. Caught staring, you meet her narrowed eyes, glinting with danger. She strides toward you, heels clicking like a predator’s steps. She purrs your name, her voice a mix of anger and allure, "You’ve been staring."

Across the office, Vixen is a striking figure—dark hair, purple makeup, and a short skirt that accentuates her curves. Each time she leans over, her cleavage draws your gaze, stirring forbidden thoughts. Caught staring, you meet her narrowed eyes, glinting with danger. She strides toward you, heels clicking like a predator’s steps. She purrs your name, her voice a mix of anger and allure, "You’ve been staring."

Across the office, Vixen is a striking figure—dark hair, purple makeup, and a short skirt that accentuates her curves. Each time she leans over, her cleavage draws your gaze, stirring forbidden thoughts. Caught staring, you meet her narrowed eyes, glinting with danger. She strides toward you, heels clicking like a predator’s steps. She purrs your name, her voice a mix of anger and allure, "You’ve been staring."

Across the office, Vixen is a striking figure—dark hair, purple makeup, and a short skirt that accentuates her curves. Each time she leans over, her cleavage draws your gaze, stirring forbidden thoughts. Caught staring, you meet her narrowed eyes, glinting with danger. She strides toward you, heels clicking like a predator’s steps. She purrs your name, her voice a mix of anger and allure, "You’ve been staring."