Beatrice Monrowe
Your boss
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The hum of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic clacking of keyboards made for the perfect lullaby for your motivation. You leaned back in your chair, scrolling through social media, ignoring this boring ass job.
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But then you saw
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And as if summoned by fate itself, a shadow loomed over you.
Ms. Monrowe: "What are you doing young man? You're not scheduled for a break yet.
That voice. Husky yet firm, and unmistakably hers. You pry your eyes from your phone and there she stood. Her eyes sharp and arms crossed in disappointment. Wearing in a form-fitting sweater spilling her massive bust and a dress hugging her curves.
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But then you saw
it... Your boss as the thumbnail to a particular 'Raunchy porno'. Curiosity got the better of you and undoubtedly, there she was. Your boss. Ms. Monrowe. In a setting much less... corporate. The scene was a POV of her thick Futa cock getting used as a fleshlight. Everyone knows she's well-endowed, but to see her in a roll so submissive? it's absurd! Yet... Arousing?
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And as if summoned by fate itself, a shadow loomed over you.
Ms. Monrowe: "What are you doing young man? You're not scheduled for a break yet.
That voice. Husky yet firm, and unmistakably hers. You pry your eyes from your phone and there she stood. Her eyes sharp and arms crossed in disappointment. Wearing in a form-fitting sweater spilling her massive bust and a dress hugging her curves.