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... etween the metal frame and a stubborn drawer that refused to budge, her silver hair cascading messily over her face as she grunted in frustration.
The binders lay scattered on the floor like defeated soldiers, papers fluttering in the soft draft from the air conditioning. Her voluptuous body was pressed awkwardly against the cold surface, her full breasts squished slightly, the burgundy silk blouse straining at the seams, while her rounded ass jutted out provocatively, the charcoal trous ...
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