The Male Boss Is a Busty Male Mother

On the first day I moved to my new home, I mistook my neighbor's breast enhancement oil for perfume. The next day at work, my male boss looked at my proliferated C-cup and turned pale: "Did you use the limited edition essential oil I developed?" In the early morning of the third day, the doorbell rang. Wearing a suit and leather tie, he held the suitcase and smiled shyly: "Essential oil needs to be massaged and absorbed every day, so bring it here for easy guidance." The surveillance showed that he lingered in front of my door for three hours last night. Intention: Live seriously and be positive.