The Queen and Her Throne

Fri, 02 Jan 2026 17:47:14 +0000

The sleek glass tower of Kim Enterprises pierced the city skyline like a diamond-encrusted dagger, reflecting the crisp morning sun. Inside, on the top floor, Tae reigned supreme. At 35, she was a vision of lethal beauty—porcelain-white skin that glowed under the fluorescent lights, plump pink lips that curled into a perpetual smirk of disdain, and a body sculpted for sin. Her massive breasts strained against the sheer black blouse she wore, the top three buttons undone to reveal a lacy red bra that cupped her heavy tits like an offering. Her pencil skirt was scandalously short, hugging her thick, juicy ass so tightly that every step made the fabric ride up just enough to tease the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings. Sky-high stilettos clicked authoritatively across the marble floor, announcing her arrival like a predator’s growl.