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Payroll (The Wolf)

I suppose you was that handsome fly on the wall �
Why I had to come to work and do payroll for my Nursing staff and all �
I thought I heard a buzzzing to my ear... then that baritone voice �
A rogue, sighing behind the handsome choice �
Telling me it was you �
And the sweetest things to me you will do �
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You told me to take my magical wand and wave it over your muscular body �
The offerings you would give to this Creole hottie �
I did as you asked �
Standing before me, an Adonis, in my thoughts he always seem to bask �
The next thing I knew you were on your knees under my desk �
Hello, my love, you know your private serenades always have me weak at best, feening, and wet �
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I felt his intense throbbing �
Milking his arousal, my cunt is pulsating, my essence coating his width, his release I'm robbing �
Leaning downward, our lips meet �
Ramming all nine inches into me, in and out �
Leaving me breathless, trying to keep up with his thrusting beats �
I�m not satisfied unit he completes me then our tongues twirling, what a sensation it brings when he depletes �
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Oh, my love... and you started this.. mm� allow me to softy finish �
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Can I go back to my payroll please, and shh... slip out quietly so none of my staff sees �
No wand needed to return you.. oh... meet me in the janitor�s closet, say in about an hour.. please �