The Orange

"The lady boss picks the juicy fruit from the forbidden tree"

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David has been missing his wife for the holidays who left for a business trip.

Horny and alone, he called her which was surprisingly answered after two rings.

“I wish I was seeing your dress at the moment.”

“A robe.” That was all she can say that sounded like a moan.

“My hands inside that robe, peeling it off like I would an orange, revealing the succulent beauty inside, and drinking the delicious juice oozing between your legs.”

Unbeknownst to him, she was that peeled orange; suppressing a moan from the carnal cunnilingus comfort conveniently contributed by her captivating Chairwoman.

Published 2 years ago

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