Annalise
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My boss stared at me for quite a while, before a soft frown formed on his face.
“How many times have I told you, I don’t have fun with my workers,” he said, his eyes still on me, drinking me in.
“But your eyes are saying something different,” said the girl, running her fingers down his abdomen. “Even your c**k is saying something else.”
His semi-hard c**k was prominent in his pajamas.
The girth, the way it pushed at the pajamas, I could tell he was a monster down there.
My stomach flutters and my p***y throbbed with a faint ache. My n*****s were already hard against my bra.
“Come on,” she said, her finger inched towards the line of his trousers. “I want to watch you f**k another woman.”
She played with this d**k, I could see her hand move beneath the fabric of her
