Mystery Mistress 4
"What the fuck are you doing, T?" The haze cleared, and you were standing in front of Shy. Still staring down her shirt. Your cock still pressing HARD into its new home. Your mind tried to quickly separate fantasy from reality. You were really here, with Shy, at work. You were really locked in a cage. She was really staring at you like a fucking idiot. You tried to sputter out a response, that Sativa sent you, but Shy just rolled her eyes. "Sit down."
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