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Default Overdue Break - VIDEO

Overdue Break - VIDEO

The break room was supposed to be a place of respite, but for Poppy, it had become a cell of simmering rage. Her own precious minutes were ticking away while her colleague, Faerie Willow, lazed on the sofa, stretching her own break into an insulting marathon of indolence. Finally, Poppy’s patience snapped. She stormed into the room, her face a thundercloud, demanding Willow return to her duties. Met with a lazy smirk and a dismissive wave, Poppy’s fury boiled over. Words were no longer enough.

With a primal scream of frustration, Poppy lunged, grabbing Willow by the arm and hauling her from her comfortable throne of cushions. The fight was on. The two women crashed to the floor in a whirlwind of flailing limbs and furious snarls. This was no longer about a late break; it was a raw battle for dominance. The flimsy fabric of their work blouses was the first casualty, torn open in the struggle to reveal the lace and flesh beneath. They grappled on the floor, a beautiful, brutal ballet of knees and elbows, each trying to gain the upper hand.

For a moment, it seemed Poppy's initial rage might carry her to victory, but Willow's lazy demeanor had hidden a core of vicious strength. With a powerful surge, she reversed their positions, her body pinning Poppy's beneath her. Poppy's struggles weakened as Willow’s weight crushed the fight out of her. Seeing her advantage, Willow wrapped her hands around Poppy's throat, her expression shifting from annoyance to predatory triumph. She squeezed, cutting off Poppy’s breath and her resistance. Pinned, half-naked, and gasping for air, Poppy was utterly defeated, her body limp beneath her victorious colleague. The break was over. And so, definitively, was the argument.









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