"I'll do whatever it takes," Idol Producer insists, her voice firm but shaky. "I've seen the way she lights up when she dances... I want to make that happen for her." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I trust your judgment, Kyle. If you think Amy can be something special, then I'm willing to go as far as necessary."

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the anticipation building inside of you.

Idol Producer stiffens slightly as you touch her shoulders, but then relaxes into the sensation. "I mean... whatever it takes," she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the office. "I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty." Her words send a jolt through your body, and you can feel your heart racing in anticipation of what might come next.

Emily's eyes widen even more as you approach her, your long legs spreading wide and ready to give her something she hasn't experienced before. Despite her initial reaction, a shiver runs down her spine at your words, reminding her just what kind of power you have over those who look into your gaze.

"Um... I'm sorry sir," she whispers meekly, "but I don't think that's a good idea..."

Before she can finish speaking, you raise a gloved hand and rest it on top of her head.

Emily gasps as Charles' large glove-covered hand presses firmly against the back of her head, forcing her down onto all fours. She whimpers softly, feeling his warm breath against her bare skin, sending chills up her spine despite the heat radiating off him.

With a grunt, he positions himself behind her small frame, holding onto her hips with both hands before pushing forward slowly but forcefully until she feels the tip of his cock grazing against her tight entrance.