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I Anonymous M/ ll/ ITM/ Hifi
You know what We never seen sexualized?
Taxes cannot be fetishists. Sure you may say "Well this person needs to perform filthy sexual acts to pay off taxes!"
But that' s either extortion or prostitution desperation- each their own thing.
Can' t be done.
I Anonymous ( Sat) 14: 01
I shouldn' t bewitching all this porn, the tax is so high. But I am. I am watching all this porn of doitpussy cum and I am cumming! ft is so wrong to amass this much in porn tax! Agni"
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I folded the papers evenly and put them into the file folder. Inoue' s eyes never strayed from my hands as we continued to file the club' s taxes, sprawled on the floor and mentally exhausted. She insisted that if we wanted to make
this organization stand another year, the taxes had to be filed early. I reached for the form by her calf, and to my surprise, she reached out to touch my hand. I looked up at her, and she recoiled, blushing, as if she hadn' t
meant to actually reach out and touch me.
She opens her mouth as if she' s going to say something, and I freeze, unsure of what to say or do. I pull my hand back, taking the form, and smile at Inoue. Her lips curl hesitantly into the same shape. I tap the keys on my
laptop, entering the information into the tax program we' d written together. The last form, for expenses, was something we' d already amalgamated into one heading yesterday. Inoue held it in her right hand, resting on her left
thigh. I met her eyes and reached for the form, feeling the paper bend to match the curve of her thigh. My hand lingered, and I fingered the precise line where the paper and her flesh met. I look up to meet her eyes, and she' s
licking her lips nervously. She can barely meet my eyes, and I know the feeling. Taking the form, I quickly enter it into the program and leave it to process - it should have been faster, but we' d written it in a hurry and my security
routine was clumsy. I was about to apologize when Inoue shuffled closer to me, leaning otter the laptop. Without a word, she raised a faltering hand to my collar. Frozen, my breath stopped for a beat, and she leaned in and
ft was a flurry of released energy. I tore her shirt and she popped all the buttons off of mine. I ripped down her panties and she struggled with my jeans. In moments, we were naked and I was inside her. Our need was too
desperate to take our time. We rutted in abandon, lips and hands and bodies touching and feeling and pulling and...
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ft was a flurry of released energy. I tore her shirt and she popped all the buttons off of mine. I ripped down her panties and she struggled with my jeans. In moments, we were naked and I was inside her. Our need was too desperate to take our time. We rutted in abandon, lips
and hands and bodies touching and feeling and pulling and groping.
I ignored the threat of the computer' s soft ding as the program cleared, but Inoue had no intention of ignoring it
Send it," she said, with a voice I couldn' t quite describe. She wasn' t distracted, or methodical, or bored. She wanted the return filed and she wanted to come with me, and those things didn' t interfere with each other in the slightest. I snaked my left hand away from her breast,
towards the laptop, and she pressed herself against me, kissing me, and entwined her hand with mine. I slid my right hand between our bodies, rubbing her body where it met mine, and subjoined me, rubbing my fingers against her clit desperately.
She nibbled my neck.
Our fingers brush my shaft as it slides into her.
Can' t wait
We press the button together as her pussy tightens, and her breath stops short, and comes ragged. She comes quietly, discreetly, and I do the same, exulting in the release but keeping in control of myself. The taxes are sent, and our organization is safe for another year.
I tangle my fingers in her hair, and kiss her cheek. She smells like fiscal responsibility and sex.