His manager was a dumpety chowder-white lady with enough meat for ten or eleven tits divided unequally between the standard two. Bitch got a body like a diseased balloon animal, and she clutched a clipboard and a rinky-dink computer phone-like device. Everything she did she marked down on a to-do list on the clipboard willingly, then she did it on the computer thing as though someone had a gun to her head.
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MN Manmacker's mansploitation