Do things finally get better for Willow?
I think we both know it won't
Just a little before 6 o'clock, a young employee named Dylan walked into the break room. He noticed the woman sleeping on the couch, but decided to let her sleep. He quietly turned on the coffee maker and poured himself a cup which he enjoyed in his favorite corner of the room. The smell of the coffee woke up Willow, and went to get a cup herself. Dylan wanted to greet her, but noticed that her pants were down, her plumb ass staring right back at him.
Willow grumbled to herself. "Stupid pants. Couldn't even get me one that fit." She sighed. "Screw this, I'm alone here anyway!" She pulled her pants off, 'Donald Duck-ing' it in the break room. She poured a cup of Joe, and walked to the minifridge. She bent forward while scratching her ass, unknowingly giving Dylan an even better show of her behind. "Expired, expired, half-eaten, expired. Is there nothing good in here?" Annoyed, she grabbed the half-eaten sandwich for breakfast.
Dylan didn't know what to do. Willow hadn't noticed him at all, and if he made himself known now, she'd be as embarrassed as she was pissed. But if she discovered him, she'd label him as a perverted creep.
What does Dylan do?
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Updated on Jun 17, 2026
by Bobrt
Created on Jan 14, 2023
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