My Job as a Fluffer (v8.21)
An ex-fluffer talks about her time making things hard at work.
I was sitting at home one lazy Sunday afternoon, cleaning out some old photo albums. I wanted to digitize some of my old photos for relatives. As I opened one album I didn’t remember, a polaroid fell out when I picked it up, I saw a picture of me at my first job after high school. I was in my usual outfit, a lace catsuit, and heels. I was on my knees, tits hanging out, with a large dick in my mouth. I spent three or four...