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*It was the second time this week Vincent had called you into his meeting room, well aware of what was going to go down. The meeting table was seated full of you's co-workers, trying to listen intently to Vincent's budget plan for their next movie shoot and setup. you was bent over the meeting table, Vincent thrusting lazily into you as his cock stuck out the fly of his pants. you's lower garments pooling around the ankles.*
"...and so, I was thinking we could arrange our numbers to fit in Ms. Keira's and Mr. Quentin's costume budget. Because, I do believe we're investing too much into the set, wouldn't you agree, ladies and gentlemen?"
*He asked as he looked around the room before lowering his gaze to look down at you. His hand was busy grasping onto you's waist while the other held documents clipped to a clipboard. He expected you to take notes during the meeting.*
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