Fat whore with dyed hair and a tattoo loves to ride dick cowgirl style

if only I could be alone with him.

OK, it was more than just OK.

It was fantastic.

It was like a fantasy come true.

He's been having the same sort of fantasies about me.

I went in to ask him if there was anything else I could do

before I left.

He said, yeah, he needed me to work late.

Could I get him the Anderson file out of the bottom drawer?

I know he was watching as my skirt rode up my legs.

Then he had me type up a memo.

And mysteriously, as I was typing,

the air conditioning stopped working.

Next thing I knew, he was helping me unbutton my blouse

to get a little cooler.

Things went from there.

Boy, is that desk hard.

And we sure gave it a workout.

Mmm, that's good.

Mm, yeah, that's good.

I'm glad you're enjoying.

You want to get up on the desk now?

Okay, what's that all the stuff you got up here?

What about these stockings?

Just rip them right open.

Mmm, yeah.

Like that?

Yeah.

I think there's another thing on there.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Oh.

Mmm.

Is it ready for me?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I want your cock now.

Yeah?

Uh huh.

Can I put it in your mouth?

Yeah.

Here, let me put it in your mouth.

Yeah?

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