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the closet, whilst I sneak a peek at his tall frame, licking my lips slightly at the tailored charcoal suit that hugs his tall, muscular frame, the silver shirt and indigo tasteful tie making his cinnamon skin tone look even richer. He comes to sit on his chair while casually raising his polished wingtip Oxford to rest the heel on my cushion, tapping the pointed toe against the open, pouting lips of my cunt, my breath catching in my throat with a whimper as I can hear the sound of my wetness squishing loud enough for him to hear. He sits there quietly, slowly taking in the sight of his prized possession displayed for him, enjoying seeing the reaction of my body to his foot rubbing on my clit, watching me trying so hard to hold still and not to hump