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I'm a bit confuse she didnt sound too happy over the radio but she always sounds like that for most part. Like I said she has a bit of a rough exterior at times she seems to be a total bitch type of manger (in actuality shes not shes a sweetheart but I do love her assertive). Ms.Ishara u called for me? I ask as I walk in her office. Now her office is inside a bigger office with 4 desk and a big round table in the middle off to the side is a small coffee area where some of her employees gather. I told her to grab one, then the other, locking them back for me. I proceeded to jack-hammer pound her until her eyes rolled back and I thought she might pass out. I stopped and waited for her reaction.“Oh, you’ve been so good to me. I’ve never felt that good, you are so nice to me. Let me have your cock. I want to taste your cum. My husband never let me, saying I was a whore for wanting to.”I felt so sorry for this woman who had such a tortured life behind her, I was happy to make her. I stood there for a few minutes making sure they all got a good eyeful as my little cunt started to get wetter and wetter, I wanted them to get the best look they could so I sat down on the lounge and I swung around on the couch so my legs were pointing away from Troy and made sure the guys all got a good perv on my now moist little cunt while I talked to Sharon, she could also see my cunt quite easily and we chuckled to each other, she asked me what I thought Troy would do when he noticed I. She had no option but to comply, and so she slipped he knickers off-----all very well, but whereas Delphine was covered by her knickers, Carole was fully exposed as the tights she had on were thin ones without a reinforced gusset. She said she could see all the eyes focused on her crotch as she tried to dace round on the table; she KNEW that they could all clearly see her buttocks through her sheer tights, and realised blushing, that all the lads there were enjoying an intimate close up view of.
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Her erect nipples were visible under the dress along with a vague outline of a small G-string. Her tight curly shiny black hair was pulled up and she began her first dance. The announcer introduced her as Breeze as the first dance began and she danced to the beat of the music. She was still fully dressed but Bill was unabashedly taking in her every move. As the second dance began, she slowly pulled down her dress revealing her firm bouncy breasts with large areole and puffy erect nipples. Bill. The combination of her cries, my wife’s screaming and jumping on my cock, got me close, too. Carol let out a loud “Yesssss!” and fell off my face, grabbing onto the headboard. I gave a final hard thrust into my wife, and came with a cry of my own. As my cock was pulsing inside her pussy, my wife shuddered and came, collapsing onto my chest, panting. After a few minutes of kissing and giggling, my wife rolled off me onto the bed.“Oh god, Carol, you taste wonderful! I love eating you.” I said,.

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