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Her blue eyes flashed with suprise. "W-w trannies-well....," she stuttered fucking, "you can come in for a cup of coffee if you want." She looked at me imploringly. I trannies feigned reluctance, and nodded.

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As I bounded down the steps of her building, I pumped my fists into the air. The potion worked. A woman who barely would be caught in my company tranniesfuckingwomen had taken a sip of fucking pussy my new pussy formulation developed a craving for man's semen and, to trannies get it, willingly trannies sucked me off like a madwoman. If this didn't make TEI trannies the biggest name in consumer products, nothing would fucking. I fucking would be a hero to Dimry fucking and tranniesfuckingwomen that competitive Phyllis, and even the ice queen herself, Paula Whitney Bowder, executive extraordinaire, would haveto make her tight fucking ass sit up and take notice.

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Bowder turned. I could see trannies her hand, still trannies clutching fucking our expense reports, shake pussy slightly. "Excuse me," she trannies mumbled, "could you direct me to your ladies' room?"