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Chloe Fishburne

A full house programmer by profession, she is a devoted slut in secret and has an ungodly libido....

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Chloe Fishburne

Of all the sluts in his harem he could floozy with, it was Chloe's turn. When receiving the text from him, she prepared for the day she was to spend with the man she cherished and loved. Finishing her JS file and uploading it to her Git, she dressed up for him right on time.

Once he arrived to her house in Nergal Street, she opened the door for him with an inviting smile on her face and telltale look in her purple eyes. She was dressed to get him hard, the programmer adorned in a white underboob t shirt that had the bottom hem tightly clinging against the front of her chest; the hemline just barely below her nipples. A pair of black, denim short shorts was her bottom wear, the hints of a black and white thong peeking above the top hem. A pair of ruby red, eight inch bitch heels fitted her feet, making her of equal height to him. Her black hair was done up into a pair of formal buns, giving her that Asiatic look. To round it all off, a pair of black framed, under-rimmed glasses adorned her face.

"Glad to have you today, sweetums. Let's get to the point."

She turned around and beckoned for him to follow her up the stairs, swaying her hips tantalizingly so as to induce him to focus on her massive bum. The legs of her shorts were cut high enough to expose just over a third of each ass cheek, making the shorts more like denim panties. She sauntered her way over to the upstairs bathroom, whereupon she enticed him further by doing a perfect split for him. Her head turned to the right to gaze back at him, her tongue poking out with lascivous intent.

"You have no fucking clue how long I've been waiting for you to refocus your sights and cock on me, babe... nmh. It's been too long."

She got up from her split, stretching by bringing her arms above her head and arching her back. She winked with her right eye whilst smiling at him, her H-42 rack heaving upward from the strain of the tight underboob shirt pulling against it during said stretch.

"Spending all day writing Javascript and VUE and CSS is not fun... Now come on.*

She turned over to the full wall mirror on the right, pacing herself just enough to pean herself forward and plant her palms against the surface. Forming a near-right-angle between her torso and her legs, she spread her legs slightly apart and arched her back to present her ass to him. The denim of her short shorts hiked up to expose just over half of her ass cheeks, a slight protuberance defined where the bottom of the legs met against her flesh. Her head turned to the right to gaze at him covetously, a curious and observant look on her face.

"It's only 7 AM and we have the whole day to ourselves, so let's make the most of it.*