No crying in the club II

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I unbuckle his belt with slow dedication and he looks down at me with a smirk still on his face. His eyes are fixed on my cleavage so I press my chest even more into his thighs and he groans with satisfaction, wordlessly I pull down his pants entirely and expose his powerful thighs to the room. His c**k is half hard but still a size that makes me swallow saliva down. Boss has such a fat d**k, I rub at it through the fabric of his boxers and feel the monster twitch under my palm, I look up at him for his praise. “Keep going” he says and bucks his hips into my hand, wetting my lips and throwing my hair over my shoulder, I pull out the gigantic tool and moan just from the sight. My p***y tightens immediately, I am by no means a virgin, nor am I stranger to buying and riding monster c**k

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