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Am In love with my Boss

Am In love with my Boss

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 25, 2017
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He started kissing my neck and groping my ass in his large hands. A soft moan slip from the back of my throat when he started sucking on my sweet spot. "Move in with me", he asked "W-what are you crazy I can't leave my mom", I reply " Come on your mom is good as new, she will be okay living by herself, she can even visit ", he said. " I'll think about it", I reply. This is the story of Malea Johns and Deejay Spencer. Malea is just your ordinary 20 year old girl, dirty blonde waist length hair, ocean blue eyes with plump lips. Deejay is the rich C.E.O of Spencer Enterprises. He is a rich, kind, and great person 22 year old business man. He has brown hair, green eyes and full lips. What happens when Malea mother needed a heart transplant and she has to get a different job that pays more to cover the bills. Sexual Content Warning: P.G 16 [ON HOLD] Slow updates
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"I told you never to hang out with that idiot" he hissed as he dug under my evening dress. "Stop. We can-can't be doing thi-" I couldn't breath as he groped my breasts. "This is your punishment for being with the wrong guy". His hand trailed down from my breasts to my belly button. He used his other hand to unzip my dress. "No...stop...we have to go back to the...party...". This feeling was a feeling I never felt before. It felt good. Before I knew it, I started moaning. My inner conscious is telling me to back away and punch him. However, my body is dancing to his every move. When he was done zipping, one hand retreated to my breast while the other traveled even more to my V. His finger played around as my hips moved to his circulation. "Pl-pl-please no. Stop. It feels..." "Feels like what baby?" "Feels so GOOD!" I heard him breathe out a smirk. With my indirect confirmation, he thrusts his finger into me. Oh lord, did this ever feel so good? I started to go weak and slide down against the wall until he picked me up. "Damn I didn't know you would be so tropical down there...you are fab-" The elevator door opens. WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE CANT STAND CRAPPINESS CANT HANDLE SEXUAL CONTENT CANT HANDLE INTENSE LANGUAGE 18+ MATURE CONTENT DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU ENJOY~ &lt;3

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