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I hear her come into the office but I’m too focused on work that I don’t notice her until she’s kneeling at my feet, her chin resting on my knee. She’s looking up at me through her lashes, her eyes already desperate.

“Mommy..” she whispers and nuzzles her cheek against my knee.

My fingers reach out run through her hair and then graze across her cheek.

“Is mommy’s precious girl needing some attention?”

“Please,” she whines, pressing her cheek into my hand like a puppy starved for affection.

“I’m working, darling.” I glance at the open documents on my desk and back at those expressive pleading eyes.

“Please mommy,” she says it in the way she knows I can’t resist.

I spread my legs, taking her chin between my fingers and tugging her forward until her face is almost pressed against my black lace panties.

“If you’re a good girl and make mommy come with that sweet mouth of yours while I’m finishing up my work.” I tilt her chin up so she’s meeting my eyes. “Then I’ll bend you over my desk and fuck that tight little cunt until you can’t take anymore.”

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“that’s my smart, sensible girl. i knew you’d make the right choice.”

“you’re so tired of thinking for yourself, aren’t you?”

“oh, sweetheart… you’re still pretending you don’t belong in my lap?”

“angel, you trust mommy to know what you need, don’t you?”

“you like knowing i can read you this easily.”

“there’s my good girl. you look so much happier when you stop resisting.”

“you want permission to give in, don’t you, bunny?”

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