Mr. Hott Mess (Part 3, page 1 of 9)


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Part 3

I followed behind the beauty with long legs as she cut infront of me, she soon gave me motion sickness as my eyes moved left to right mimiking the movement of her fat ass swaying across the office floor. I watched heads turned as she made her way to the double glass doors leading out unto the chaotic streets of Manhattan.

I quickly opened my office door and slid inside feeling like a child who just found out santa clause does not exist; i sunked into my plush chair still thinking about the amazing wet dream i had lastnight, closing my eyes recapping all the images all the feeling knowing that that's all the action im gonna be getting from him, only in a dream. 'Ring, ring, ring'

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