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London Ford's knee-deep in Cali's tax paperwork when she starts blasting texts like she's at war. Her boyfriend's been stepping out, and she's not letting it slide. She slams her phone down, eyes locked on London like she's calling the final play. "Fuck it," she says, voice low and sharp. "Wanna screw right here? You get your dick wet, I get to piss on that cheating bastard. Win-win." She shoves the papers aside, drops her skirt to the floor, and bends over the desk, ass up, already wet. London doesn't hesitate. He yanks his cock out, slams into her from behind, and starts pounding like the desk might break. Skin slaps loud. She moans, pushes back harder, phone lighting up with ignored messages while his balls smack her clit. Sweat drips down her back, his hands grip her hips like he's claiming the win, and every thrust says fuck you to the guy who thought he could play her.
London Ford's knee-deep in Cali's tax paperwork when she starts blasting texts like she's at war. Her boyfriend's been stepping out, and she's not letting it slide. She slams her phone down, eyes locked on London like she's calling the final play. "Fuck it," she says, voice low and sharp. "Wanna screw right here? You get your dick wet, I get to piss on that cheating bastard. Win-win." She shoves the papers aside, drops her skirt to the floor, and bends over the desk, ass up, already wet. London doesn't hesitate. He yanks his cock out, slams into her from behind, and starts pounding like the desk might break. Skin slaps loud. She moans, pushes back harder, phone lighting up with ignored messages while his balls smack her clit. Sweat drips down her back, his hands grip her hips like he's claiming the win, and every thrust says fuck you to the guy who thought he could play her.
