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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Sorry noticed a few mistakes
“Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.” She never talked like that, but work had been such a… well… such a bitch that She needed hot and nasty sex to take her mind off things. Only her Master could fulfill her request and give her the escape she craved.
Master sat at his desk, his back to her. He didn’t say a word for several seconds, and she questioned the sanity of demanding attention from him. When he turned to face her, his dark eyes contained an enticing mixture of irritation and arousal. He cupped his hand between his thighs and shifted. “I need to take care of something,” he said to the phone on his desk. “I’ll call you back.”
The speakerphone. Oh crap.
“Um… yeah. I’ll talk to you later.” An amused laugh crackled over the intercom. She thought she recognized it, but wasn’t sure. |
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