Tessa's fingers closed around the envelope, her touch tentative as if she expected it to burn her. She pulled it closer, the flap unsealing with a soft rustle. A stack of glossy photographs slid ladki ka bur out, fanned across her lap. Her eyes widened as she took in the images: compromising shots of her with a former business associate, caught in a compromising position. "You son of a bitch," she breathed.

Paul's smile grew, his eyes glinting with amusement. sex "Language, Tessa," he chided, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He leaned forward, his elbows on the desk. "You know I'm just doing my job." Tessa's gaze darted video video porn back to the photos, her face burning with humiliation and anger.

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