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Leyla was a Turkish woman in her late twenties. She came from a small village on the outskirts of Istanbul and had three brothers and watched as they grew up. She wanted to be like them, strong, and wear trousers with her hair cut short but her mother made her wear dresses that she’d made from an old rag when she was just a child. As Leyla started puberty, she’d strap down her growing bosoms with a bandage and stuff a pair of socks down her knickers, and pretended she had a boys’ penis. But she was struck by her mother when she was caught. Now, Leyla was living in an apartment in Istanbul and had a part-time job in an apartment bahis siteleri store owned by this stunning woman named Monica Ling with long black hair, a curvaceous figure, and huge breasts. Leyla fancied her, even though the woman was in her late fifties. She’d get wet at the thought of her. Leyla knew she was attracted to her boss the first day she started, six months before. She’d only been given a dashing smile by her and that made her pussy become aroused. She’d sometimes fantasise what it would be like as a man to be able to hold her boss in their arms and touch her gorgeous body and make love to her. She even did that canlı bahis siteleri one day at work.Before she knew what she was doing, Leyla’s left hand ran up her legs to her throbbing pussy thinking of her boss’s big breasts and began rubbing it up and down on her black knickers as she watched Monica in her office across from her. Leyla stifled a moan of pleasure and imagined having a dick and balls and be able to make love to her boss. Suddenly, the phone on her desk began to ring, startling her. Leyla picked the phone up. “Yes, Miss Ling?” she asked. “Leyla, come to my office,” Monica said sharply. “Yes, mam,” she canlı bahis replied. She placed the receiver back down and stood up, straightening her skirt. Leyla walked over to her boss’s office and knocked on the door. “Come in.” Leyla walked in and closed the door. Monica Ling looked up from her computer and motioned for her to sit in the chair beside her desk.She gulped as she walked over and sat down. Her green eyes lingered down to her boss’s huge chest and a stirring of arousal began. As she gawped stupidly at them, the more the arousal grew to make something grow and drop down in her knickers. What the fuck was that? Leyla thought, panicking. “Now, Leyla, I just like to congratulate you on what marvellous work you’ve been doing,” Monica said, smiling, placing a hand on her knee. Something grew bigger inside Leyla’s knickers straining the material.
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