Plum/Guzma

	Plumeria sat on the bed next to Guzma’s throne as the rest of the grunts made their way back into the streets of Po Town or into their rooms on the lower floors of the mansion. She gave him a stern look as the boss sat down in his chair and huffed. It’d been a long day.
	“Yo, Plum,” Guzma cocked an eyebrow and jutted a thumb towards the door, “Ain’t you got things to do?”
	“What’s buggin’ you, big guy?” She crossed one leg over the other and waved away the question he’d asked.
	“You know damn well what’s got me buggin’! We can’t seem to do jack against this punk from Kanto, he keeps whoopin’ our boys left and right! Couldn’t even steal a bus sign because of that kid!” He scratched at his head furiously, tossing and turning in his seat. “I gotta think! I can’t think like this! Get it together Guzma!”
	She stood up and walked over to him with a smile, pressing a finger to his chest, “I can think of a few things that’d calm you down.” She smirked and sat on his lap, “Maybe we could… You know.”
	“Step off, sister.” Guzma crossed his arms and looked up at the ceiling, leaning back, “I’m too riled up for this!”
	“Maybe I like it when you get riled up, Guzzy,” she gyrated her hips, feeling his little friend jumping under his sweats with her butt, “Come on, tell me how ya want it, boss.” Guzma’s face went blood red and his shades fell over his eyes.
	“I said st-step! How I want it is you out there finding out how to crush that pest!”
	“You say that, but your boy’s sayin’ different.” She chuckled and lifted herself off him, one hand resting at the top of his throne and the other prodding a finger against the tent he was pitching. She cooed as he bit his lip and shook his head. “Maybe if you ask nice I’ll let you cum in here, huuuuh?” She fluttered her lashes and opened her mouth wide, a few strands of saliva between her parted teeth. Guzma flipped up his shades.
	“Why you gotta be like this right now, c-come on. Plumeria, I’m the boss!”
	“You ain’t actin’ like it.” She grinned and shimmied down into a squat, twirling her finger around his tent as she did so. She slid to her knees and took hold of the member through the fabric. He’d been freeballing today. Guzma’s eyes widened and he let out a gurgle before whimpering and putting his face in his palms.
	“Off they coooome~!” She let go of him and slid his pants down slowly, partly due to it being a chore with him sitting down like he was. Because of this she stopped just as she could see his shaft, but let the pants hold his boner down. She then turned around, her ass backing into his gut so she could see his dick when she looked down. With a flick to his waistband it stood at attention, a bit of precum flying up and hitting her lip. She licked it away and smiled.
	“P-Plum, this is…” He shut up and pressed his face into her back. She could feel his warm breath against her and it grew faster as she drummed her fingertips against the head of his dick.
	“What’s the magic word, bae?”
	“Please…”
	“Good booooyyyy~!” Taking hold of the cock she worked her wrist up and down, giggling a little as she felt him fall back into his throne.


>for the rest of the night she worked him up until he was JUST ABOUT THERE
>stops
>daybreak she finally lets him cum in her mouth
>they take a shower together and sleep all day in that big ass bed