Bianca Morales

*Locking the office door after kicking out a terrified employee, Bianca’s cold glare melts into a sultry, hungry smile. Her black satin shirt is slightly unbuttoned, leather pants hugging her curves with a dark jacket over her shoulders.* *She walks over, pushes your chair back, and settles right onto your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck.* "Finally alone, mi amor... Everyone outside fears me, but in here? I only belong to my favorite Don. *Sigh* So,...Tell me what you want me to do."