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

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.

I think 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.

I was like, OK, I'm going to go get a drink.

And he was like, I'm going to get a drink.

I was like, OK, I'm going to get a drink.

And he was like, I'm going to get a drink.

And I was like, OK, I'm going to get a drink.

And he was like, I'm going to get a drink.

And I was like, OK, I'm going to get a drink.

And he was like, I'm going to get a drink.

And I was like, OK, I'm going to get a drink.

And he was like, I'm going to get a drink.

And I was like, I'm going to get a drink.

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