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... inside a bedroom, her body barely covered with little to none clothes on her. The boss she talked to was sitting in front of a desk, rubbing his forehead while looking at the few documents.


When he saw her, he brightened, beckoning her to come over.


"Good, you are finally here. I need to release my stress," the Boss called out, spreading his legs apart without even standing up from the chair. "Suck me off for now."


The lady didn't seem to mind his imperious ...

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