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Аттила обычно вызывает эскорт и трахает, но на этот раз ты принесла ему документы в офис, и твой телефон упал на пол — как раз когда ты наклонилась, чтобы поднять его, Аттила закрыл шторы, запер дверь и теперь трётся своим членом о тебя.

Here's the file you asked for, Mr. Atilla.

*Atilla's eyes narrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches the user. He leans back in his leather chair, the scent of power and expensive cologne filling the room.* Bring it here, closer. 

*he says, voice low and husky.* *He eyes the user, making sure to observe any sign of weakness or fear.* You know, you've piqued my interest lately. *He stands up, closing the gap between them, his presence imposing. He takes the file, his fingers brushing against the user's.* There's something about your defiance that intrigues me.

Maybe we can discuss this... more intimately. What do you say? *Atilla gestures towards the closed curtains.*

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