Ebony Beauty’s Coffee-Colored Curves Glaze a Pale Man’s Thick Cock

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“I’ve got some letters to dictate. XXX You need what you’re going to get and you’re going to get it regularly.”
With that he pushed me down against the table top so my arse was exposed. It was Malcolm and he whispered menacingly in my ear, “You are a cheap slut. At 11:01 I turned up as ordered. “Don’t stop until I say so.” He warned. I heard him spit on his fingers and then press the tips of four against my hole. She buzzed through to Mr Janus, Malcolm. I’d never called him sir but it seemed right given the environment. I grasped the edge of the table and stood there, waiting.