see the applicant’s pussy.
Incessantly for the last three days, his most trusted subordinate had clicked through thousands of vaginas – some demurely hinted between closed legs or sheer lace, others crude, moist – to physically erase every entry from their database.
There had been the occasional blank page, but this was something else entirely.
The picture on Alessandro’s screen featured a rather ugly, grumpy, and fat long-haired cat.
He clicked through to the second – usually a glamour portrait of the woman on her bed, if not a nude. Some had taken the direction a step further, actually playing with their bodies.
The shot, taken in front of a mirror, was a dark and slightly blurry amateur selfie; more remarkably, though, the girl was wearing an old hoodie and a pair of yoga pants.
Thereby sending a picture of her pussy and the clothes she wore to bed, she’d actually obeyed the directives.
“Damn. Read this.”
In lieu of the quick introduction he required, she’d written:
Dear Daniel Franko Phillipe de Luz,
I’ve applied to guarantee that I’m not summoned to your little orgy.
Fuck you. We aren’t all stupid.
Ella.
Incessantly for the last three days, his most trusted subordinate had clicked through thousands of vaginas – some demurely hinted between closed legs or sheer lace, others crude, moist – to physically erase every entry from their database.
There had been the occasional blank page, but this was something else entirely.
The picture on Alessandro’s screen featured a rather ugly, grumpy, and fat long-haired cat.
He clicked through to the second – usually a glamour portrait of the woman on her bed, if not a nude. Some had taken the direction a step further, actually playing with their bodies.
The shot, taken in front of a mirror, was a dark and slightly blurry amateur selfie; more remarkably, though, the girl was wearing an old hoodie and a pair of yoga pants.
Thereby sending a picture of her pussy and the clothes she wore to bed, she’d actually obeyed the directives.
“Damn. Read this.”
In lieu of the quick introduction he required, she’d written:
Dear Daniel Franko Phillipe de Luz,
I’ve applied to guarantee that I’m not summoned to your little orgy.
Fuck you. We aren’t all stupid.
Ella.
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