Make me your rubbish

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As most pretty dolls do I always get my way. At times it means dinking around with the right person. At times it means letting someone smack my donk on occasion. At times it means letting the boss throw me via his desk and shag me till he's emptied his balls. When the thick boss OT called me into his office I thought I knew what I was going to have to do. I'd wiggle my pretty tiny butt in his face. Maybe bat my pretty tiny eyes and he'd ignore the fact that my sales have been dropping steadily. Instead OT had his own ideas. At first-ever I toyed along when he slapped my donk a tiny too hard. When he took out cords and embarked trussing me up I thought that he just dreamed to shag me the mischievous way. I was so wrong. He had no interest in intercourse. He did want to fumble me, but it never went any farther than fondling. I ached for a beef whistle inside me, but OT just used me the way he wanted. OT determined to use a beef whistle inside me, but it wasn't what I dreamed or expected. It was plastic and huge. He shoveled it deep inside my dripping cunt while my butt draped over the edge of his box. Then he caned me. He strapped my gams back to my hair and gave me the most amazing orgasms, but again I just dreamed his beef whistle inside me.