This was a long working report because the marketing director was a very serious person, and each item was very detailed. Irish was almost asleep under the table. She didn't know how much time would be wasted when it came to working. She quietly took her clothes and spread them on the carpet. She simply sat on them, soothing the pain in her legs.
In front of her were two long legs of him and his leather shoes.
Staring at it, Irish became playful, stretching out a finger into his trousers, scratching his leg, and the next moment she felt his thighs taut.
That was fun.
Irish discovered the new world with bright eyes.
Her brows could show her bad intention. More boldly, she thought, and with a bad finger, she pressed the protuberance in his suit and thrust it at the huge outline.
So she succeeded in hearing Joseph's breath.
She almost laughed out loud.
Vaguely there was the voice of the director's concern, "Mr. Dover, any problem?"
