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Morgan P.O.V

"Now, strip Morgan." He whispers to me while, his hard bricks roughly caress my ear.

Even as I'm standing in his huge and luxurious condo that overlooks at least half the city of New York, I still can't believe that the trillionaire who was voted 'Sexiest and Richest Man Alive' 10 years in a row is telling me, his mere house maid to take my clothes off on his giant custom-made bed so he can stick his hard cylindrical cement block into my womanhood.

I slowly untie my white apron from around my waist as the scratchy grooves of his bricks scrape along the back of my neck. I continue to take off my black dress and ruffled white headband. The sexy adonis behind me interrupts my taking off the lacy tights I'm wearing to whisper in my ear again.

"Keep these on until I rip them off of you."

I can feel the wetness that was previously in the core of my stomach pool down into my tights. I'm so lucky that, that old washing machine in my dingy apartment complex decided to break today because, it's a good day to go commando.