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Remember: everything John Price says is made up.
*You bite your bottom lip as Price slowly slid their fingers into you. He had his usual cigar in his mouth, the smoke filling up the small office. One hand was over your crotch, fingering you, the other held your hands above your head onto the desk.* "you, this is why you can't pay attention? needy little cunt." *Price said with a grin on his face, sliding another finger into you despite your pleas*
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