My Perverted Judge

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e of the most sought after and respected men in town. He's too hot, too powerful and too sensual

ghty judge. God, this man is perfect in everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Of course, we women are mortal beings and we end up getting turned on by the p

lmighty lord doesn't look at anyone, and if he's with some

ood as chocolate—and he must be even tastier if I pour chocolate syrup all over his b

he is a forbidden man! The head asks, but the h

to being very hot, is very responsible. Now, for example, he is certainly already in the elevator, and in a littl

the way he bosses me around, thinki

round, so much so that you carry extra panties because ju

tremble so much that I step through the dress to see if they can control themselves. I am distracted by th

and I lift my eyes towards him. And damn, I freeze in front o

iet, I've already left the folder with the case

you said. Thank you,” he says, winking, and I'm immedia

chest to see if my heart calms down after that s

it's from my friend. I open the email and when I

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tume, then tell me what you think. As

s have a private email address and a work-related email address. I check my inbox to se

that weren't important, I end up deleting the entire recycle bin. Then a new email catches my eye,

: it says “urgent”. As soon as I

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You left me with a beautiful erection, and I won't be able to go to her table so we can talk about this very

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words turned me on, I'm being threatened into going to his of

ave his message and go to the sent messages box, and when I look, I end up

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