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It’s eerie but she reminds me so much of you at work, ma chatte Parisienne.
All I want to do is walk past your army of secretaries into your private high rise office. Tell them to hold all calls. Close the door. Throw the roses on the table. Come over. Lift your skirt and pull down your silk panties. No, wait, you’re not wearing any, are you? Never mind. I’m already ravaging you between your legs. Your knuckles whiten and your toes curl. You know what comes next, don’t you, dearest Anais? ….
Ninja