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Spotting everybody leaving finally, I grab her inside the coffee room to make sure she’s alright.
“I saw what happened, I'm really sorry Ellie!” I reply gently, rubbing her back to comfort her.
“Don’t be, he will not dare to mess with me again!” she responds, surprising me. I always thought she was a nervous little shy girl but watching this side of her was equally attractive.
“Now let’s finish what we started” she brazenly grabs my member, stroking it like a bad girl.
“But...Ellie, we might get into trouble again!” I weakly protest, unable to keep resisting what was being laid out for me.
“Hmmmm I’m still so thirsty, please Sir?&rdquo
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