I passed a few jokes on my boss (well, my terrible boss). Purple vapour, delicate lace. Desiporn We stood up to leave. Promotion? I was guiding her movements, urging her to take me deeper, harder.She leaned forward, her hands resting on her chest, her nails digging into my skin as she rode me.“Don’t be shy, virgin. My eyes followed the movement.“Huh? He was a broken man, and I was about to become his ruin. “What do you want? She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her long, dark hair open. Tomorrow fine for you?”I raised an eyebrow. But I held on, my hips moving faster.“Cum for me,” she whispered in a shaking tone. But that would be like business, like I was exploiting him.
