Rough Fuck By A Cleaner Who Was Made Fun Of -

Marco walked around her desk. She didn’t stand up. He leaned in until his breath fogged her monitor. “I’ve cleaned your spills. Found your hair in the sink. Saw the draft of your resignation letter last month—the one you chickened out on sending.”

Kendra’s smirk faltered. “Jesus, relax. It was a joke.” Rough Fuck By A Cleaner Who Was Made Fun Of

Then he did the rough thing. Not with his fists. With his silence. He grabbed her pricey ergonomic chair, spun her to face him, and unclipped her work badge from her blazer. He pinned it to his own gray uniform shirt. For a moment, he wore her name. Marco walked around her desk

He stepped back, picked up his mop, and pushed the bucket out the door. “I’ve cleaned your spills

Her face went pale.

He didn’t speak. He set down his bucket. Then his mop. Then, deliberately, he pulled off his latex gloves, one finger at a time. The snap of the second one echoed.