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DnafeinYawning and stretching she closed her Laptop and pulled the Donegal from it and tucked the hardware security device in her pants pocket as she actually picks up a broom.
She doesn't do a good job and would likely have the manager on her rear if she weren't both manager and owner but at least the floor is clean...well clean enough.
She is alone in her place and it feels good to have the coffee bar empty if you don't count a cat whose face looked as if he'd chased a mouse to its hole and wrecked into the wall so she decided to have a bit of fun so she selects her secret passion.
Then she makes the broom her tango partner and moves with seductive grace taking lead to her brushy partner her her hips swaying in time to the electronic beat
Surrendering her self to the passionate rhythm she is possed her movements an expression of her inner desires as she recalls Niece and the men there who knew how to move with her and coax her movements by their own skill.
Saliva sits on a stool near the bar and watches as his mistress seems to have gone insane dancing in the empty place but he's just a cat and can't see into her heart and the smoky nights in Brazil or that time in New York when she spent nearly three hours practically making love on the dance floor with a man who though in his mid 50s moved like a god
She doesn't do a good job and would likely have the manager on her rear if she weren't both manager and owner but at least the floor is clean...well clean enough.
She is alone in her place and it feels good to have the coffee bar empty if you don't count a cat whose face looked as if he'd chased a mouse to its hole and wrecked into the wall so she decided to have a bit of fun so she selects her secret passion.
Then she makes the broom her tango partner and moves with seductive grace taking lead to her brushy partner her her hips swaying in time to the electronic beat
Surrendering her self to the passionate rhythm she is possed her movements an expression of her inner desires as she recalls Niece and the men there who knew how to move with her and coax her movements by their own skill.
Saliva sits on a stool near the bar and watches as his mistress seems to have gone insane dancing in the empty place but he's just a cat and can't see into her heart and the smoky nights in Brazil or that time in New York when she spent nearly three hours practically making love on the dance floor with a man who though in his mid 50s moved like a god