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MANAGING to DIRECT 'ER

SAID THE DIRECTOR'S WIFE,"I BEG YOUR PARDON"
WHEN MIKE SHOWED HER HIS MASSIVE'HARD ON'
"MY GOODNESS ME, NOW THAT'S A BEAUTY,
I THINK ITS TIME YOU DID YOUR DUTY"
WITH KNICKERS DOWN AND LEGS ASTRIDE
MARY DALE TOLD MIKE TO "RIDE"
HE SLIPPED IT IN - ALL 12 INCHES,
MARY SQUEALED "FUCK ME, THAT PINCHES"
MICHAEL PUSHED AND FUCKED - MARY GRUNTED
SHE KNEW AT LAST, SHE WAS WELL CUNTED.
THE DOOR IT OPENED, AND STANDING THERE,
THE BOSS HIMSELF, HE DIDN'T HALF STARE.
"NOW WHATS ALL THIS, NOW WHATS AFOOT"
"ABOUT 12 INCHES, NOW JUST SCOOT,
YOUR CHAUFFEUR HERE'S ABOUT TO SHOOT.
I TRIED HIM OUT, JUST ON A WHIM,
BUT OH MY DEAR HE FILLS MY QUIM.
HAVE A WANK AS STAND THERE LOOKING.
MIKE HUNT AND I ARE BUSY FUCKING."
SHE SHOOK SHE SHE SQUIRMED HER ASS A STRUMMING
AS MIKE HE SHOUTED"OH FUCK I'M CUMMING"
"LET ME SEE IT," MARY PLEADED
"SHOOT IN HER MOUTH".THE MD SHOUTED
AS HE SHOT A WAD ACROSS HER TITS
WHICH THRILLED HIS WIFE TO BLOODY BITS

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