How'd paperwork end up like this? Your superior, squirming in his chair as you please him.

"Pretty when you say my name like that."

John croons, he feels your lips trace down his neck, don't say nothing just breath. So pretty when you look up at him like that. So good on your knees, worshipping him.

"I'll make you believe I'm what you need so beg, darlin', please."