This Warehouse is a Whorehouse
Those clueless warehouse grunts all think Anna's just a stuck-up, frigid bitch boss who lives for spreadsheets and never gets her pussy wet. They're dead fucking wrong. Nothing makes her cunt throb harder than cracking the whip over their heads except sneaking off to get railed senseless by their thick-cocked foreman Johnny, bent over a stack of pallets with her skirt hiked up while the whole crew works just feet away, none the wiser.
































