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Damn, I figured I could slide that slutty French maid getup past the door, but Boswell took one look and shook his head. Laundry day, so the closet was bone-dry; this was all I had. If rules are in the way, I push harder. That outfit just means he gets the VIP service. I’ll tongue-polish his cock until it gleams, then climb on and ride till my pussy leaves slick streaks down every throbbing inch. He mutters something about “letting it slide,” but we both know he’s counting the seconds till I drain those heavy balls dry.