If you weren’t my damn boss, which you are,
I’d be getting straight out of your car,
She said. Gimme a break!
I’m eighteen, for fucksake!
Get your fuckin hand out of my bra!
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If you weren’t my damn boss, which you are,
I’d be getting straight out of your car,
She said. Gimme a break!
I’m eighteen, for fucksake!
Get your fuckin hand out of my bra!