funny that Eriko Shimizu's manager's line could be used here. She bent over once more, except this time, Eriko Shimizu didn't kneel. Her ass jutted out at Greg, who was pinned against the tall shelf behind him. If only we didn't have our clothes on, Eriko Shimizu thought. Zzzziiinng! She continued talking about the boring subject matter at hand, and knelt down. She turned to face Greg, and deftly unzipped his jeans while still talking about regular shipments of ketchup. Greg's eyes opened wide, as this was totally unexpected. The hot air swirled around his prick, which was ramrod stiff. Still, the heat from the summer air was nothing like the moist heat from the insides of Eriko Shimizu's mouth. The silence in the small room was deafening as Eriko Shimizu's talking was interrupted. He felt her tongue swirl around the bottom of his shaft, and he gritted his teeth together to prevent himself from groaning. Damn, Eriko Shimizu was GOOD! Eriko Shimizu bobbed her head on his prick, and thought about how long it was since Eriko Shimizu had such a good time at work. This time, she couldn't help
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