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Driven To DepravityMcCarter's mortgage?" Judy asked patiently. "I beg your pardon?" Judy was still seated on his desk. Deliberately, she posed for him, giving him the best possible view of her naked body, all skin and curves and exciting dark hair. "You've had a sample, Mr. Caldwell. There might be a bonus in it for you if you were to approve that mortgage," she informed him huskily. He had damn well better approve it, she thought. She was burning up with unsatisfied lust! The man got a crafty look. "You mean…" Judy didn't say a word. Instead, she slid one hand down her belly to her pussy and slid her fingers into her dripping, soggy swamp of pubic hair. She licked her lips as she played with herself. Caldwell dropped his underpants and scrabbled wildly through the papers that had spilled from his desk. His buttocks bobbed comically as he pawed through the litter. Finally he lurched to his feet, waving the long form triumphantly like a flag. Turning, Judy reached for the desk set and took the pen from its socket. She offered it to him delicately ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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