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Bulge Bitch: Worship my Cock and Get Pounded
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At work, every gaze is locked onto the provocative bulge beneath my skirt. You, my eager office plaything, can't hide your fixation. I revel in your attention, subtly accentuating the outline, even letting the swollen head peek out just for you. As the day ends, I lay into a pillow, hips rocking in a primal rhythm, giving you a glimpse of what you're missing. You're left aching, denied, and desperate to be my bulge bitch.
Video Transcription
You wouldn't believe it. Those boys were staring at me again today. I mean, why can't they
just, you know, stop? Every time I look over everywhere in my office, all those boys just
keep staring at my bulge. I just don't understand. Why would they do that? I mean, would you
be staring if you saw this? I guess it is pretty good, isn't it? I suppose if you saw
somebody in your office, yeah, would you want this? This bulge? Would you want to get down