A Rough Loss

I took the bet and lost. The win, your win stipulated that I wait for you just outside your office. Surprise you, take you, and have my way with you. According to you, I'd better make it "good". I intend to do that, but it might get *rough*

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https://community.zoiper.com/user/schlotter

https://www.exler.ru/user/118944

https://subrion.org/members/info/schlotter/

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