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Fuck me good.” He chuckled, “Yes, Ma’am.” I’d already cum two times by the time Jeff put his arms under my knees and lifted them up almost next to my ears. And then he really started pounding his cock into me hard and fast. At one point, I actually had to make him stop long enough for me to adjust my pillow to keep my head from smashing into the headboard. When he let out a strained grunt and I felt his cock expand and the first spurt of his cum splash against the back of my pussy, I came . . . hard. Through his panting, he said, “Wow! That was . . .” “Intense.” I giggled, finishing his thought. “I’ll take that indian drink now.” But then she finally "gave in" to her pent-up sexuality, and opened her mouth wide to receive his probing tongue. By the great maker! His naked cock popped out, smacking my rump. The food – I indian can still taste it – was cheap, greasy Chinese takeout, the beer beginning to lose its chill, but good and bitter; but it was cosy in the room, and the two of us sat side by side on my bed, eating and drinking. I really did want to hug and comfort her but I thought it best not to; I’d do that when we were in the ladies room. “Darling, do we have any idea how your picture got on the bottles of wine called Sierra?” I ask Dakota. Monday morning I was fired and arrested by the FBI. Crawl back to me, sweetling. Her tongue fluttered in my mouth, dancing with it. “No, Ms. Ashe.