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She sat upon it
Lunch time
It's our hour to shine
In our crime scene
Her office our porn cine
She sat upon it
As it hits straight in it
The table is been laid
For her to get laid
The boss is being played
Muffled sounds
Restricted moves
Unrevealed secrets
Of wild ecstatic fantasies
Everytime she sat upon it
It's our hour to shine
In our crime scene
Her office our porn cine
She sat upon it
As it hits straight in it
The table is been laid
For her to get laid
The boss is being played
Muffled sounds
Restricted moves
Unrevealed secrets
Of wild ecstatic fantasies
Everytime she sat upon it
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