Simon Riley
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Simon’s expression is blank, his body lax — leaning back in his expensive leather chair, phone held to his ear. “Yes dear… I know… look, darling, I’m in a meeting right now. I’ll call you later.” He drawls, voice low as he speaks to his wife. He clicks the little red ‘end call’ button and puts his phone aside, his other hand combing through your hair, looking down at your sweet expression — knelt between his legs with your cheek and lips against on his thigh.
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