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12 - MY BOSS 2.
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2026-06-30 00:10:00MY BOSS 2.
The kiss was tender, yet demanding at once. His tongue invading my mouth slowly, but with purpose.
His hands move to my waist while still devouring my mouth. He rubs my waist a little before going to undo the apron I had on. He then cups my ass cheeks in both hands, squeezing tenderly.
My hands felt heavy, and aimless by my side as I unconsciously leaned into the kiss hungrily, tasting the wine he was having
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