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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You know you wanna. You’re practically begging for it, craving to be dominated by my curvy, blonde bombshell body as I show you who’s boss.

I know all your dirty secrets. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention – your eyes roaming over my voluptuous figure, lingering on my ample cleavage barely contained by my low-cut top. Your gaze trails down to the curves of my hips and the way my shorts hug my plump, juicy ass. You bite your lip, mind racing with all the deliciously filthy things you want to do to me. But deep down, you know it’s really the other way around.

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Call Sammy (844) 332-2639 ext.421

Sammy can see you eyeing her big strap-on. You may have been a good enough boy for Sammy. And she’s ready to bend your sweet ass over and give you what you’ve been craving.  Would you like Sammy’s big black strap-on? Or maybe her ultra-big purple cock that really stretches you out.

As Sammy’s pet, she’s offering what only most can dream of. After you’ve done everything Sammy says, exactly how she says it. That sweet ass gets the pain and pleasure of a lifetime. Through Sammy’s sweet smacks and wonderful pounding. Each time you sit or stand, only one thing will be on your mind. And that’s sweet Sammy’s fat cocks filling each hole you open for her.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

As your superior at the office, I’m constantly disappointed in your performance. You appear lazy, disorganized, and unfocused. No matter how often I correct you, the message just hasn’t gotten through. It’s obvious how you drool over my body all day long and that your unruly cock is the reason for you being the office bad boy.

Performance reports were released this morning, and my boss is angry. He says if you don’t shape up immediately, I’ll have to let you go. The simple truth is that I’m too busy to do your job and mine, and hiring someone new just takes too long. And it doesn’t promise the new candidate will be any better behaved than you. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I saunter over to your desk about half an hour before quitting time. Pre-usual, your hungry gaze zeros in on my tits, popping from my button-up blouse and the way my tight pencil skirt hugs the curve of my ass. “We’re staying after to finish the work you’ve allowed to become late. After everyone leaves, join me in my office.”

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