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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
Written by Erotika69
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