CD Fucks Her Boss In The Office

Yeah, I know you were having a good time.

Hold it, hold it.

That's unnecessary.

What can be arranged?

What do you do all the time?

Can I invite you to the restaurant?

No, it's fine. - I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know, I don't know. - I don't know, I don't know.

No, well...

Mr. Shelest, if we're Chelles, he's an employee of some kind,.

Texting. - Well, it is.

He knows you better. - What for?

Why?

Do you live there?

We can talk here. - Is your dress nice?

Yeah, that's Grandma. - Grandma?

Sure. - So, are you going?

Have you got a car?

Well, I'm not going with Valerie. - Thank you.

I don't need any more gossip and grafts.

No, thanks. - I can hold hands.

Thank you. - Aren't you going to drink?

No, no. - I was wondering, champagne.

Before work, I loved you.

Well, yeah. - That was years ago. Can we get to work?

A little more. - What for?

See, don't take too long, don't take too long.

My friendship.

We don't have to eat. - We're pretty.

Yeah, I know.

What's on fire? I'll get it.

Don't light up. - I'm, you know.

I'm worried.

You know, boss, right?

Later, man. - Okay, well...

What are you doing hanging out this morning, wings?

Just wrapped, comfortable towels.

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