Business Lady Claudia Valentine

“I last a lot longer,” he said with a huge sneer. “And you are the one who will be doing most of the work.” Loretta opened her mouth and let the prick slide in over her tongue. She began sucking and licking, trying to get her tongue back far enough so that she could massage the tip of his prick. Evidently her actions were right– or at least satisfactory– because the guard began grunting softly and pushing his prick slowly in and out of her mouth. The guard was telling the truth. He didn’t have a hair trigger. In fact, it seemed like forever to Loretta before he finally grunted loudly and spurted into her mouth. As big he did, he drove his prick farther back into her throat. “I’ve never been a fan of facials myself,” he said as his prick started to soften. “I figure you prisoners need the protein.” There were two guards left. One leaned down close to her and said, “The table isn’t strong enough for three of us, so we’re going to have to do this on the floor.” He then pulled her tit fuck down to the floor. His prick was sticking out through his pants. He pointed to it and said, “You are going to ride this while Harold rides you.” The other guard, evidently named Harold, leaned down and said, “They call me tent peg because I’m long and skinny... perfect for reaming out someone’s titty fuck ass.” He made a strange gesture with his eyebrows and said, “I prefer tits fucking men, but this is a women’s prison so I have to adapt.” The guard lying on the floor positioned her over his prick and pulled her down over him. She was slightly slick from the first guard’s spunk, so he slid in easily. Her legs were on the floor outside the guards. “This can be good... or bad,” the guard said. “It’s your choice. But if you don’t start moving and making things happen, Harold will take off his belt and turn your ass purple.” Loretta took a deep breath and started grinding her crotch against the guard. His zipper hurt slightly as it rubbed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and his rough pants felt like sandpaper against her legs, but she could feel his prick responding to her movements. "Get on with it you ass. “I wondered…” she soliloquized as she unbuttoned her shirt, “why it was Yavara could make hybrid elves when none of Alkandi’s past incarnations could.” I stared at her, but my tongue still worked Furia’s shaft, too delicious to resist. "Cock is a slang term for penis." “Yes, yes, yes! Her face was bright red. His fun little cum-slave titty fuck was lying back on the table in a puddle of her own juices, her breasts pointing skyward and tit fuck jiggling with every deep breath she big took. “Your cock ,” she said, “because it’s big and hard and sexy.” Presley whispered between whimpering moans. She was unaware that she was practically panting until her father pointed it out. She needs an outfit for her new job—” He slid his tongue back up to her clit, licking it tenderly, then used his thumbs to spread her pussy open and slide his tongue inside her, her tangy flavor flooding his taste buds. I also want you to service me during your lunch and free period. The ash was tits over a foot deep in some places, and still falling freely from the sky. I guess you like this one." They kissed deeply as she gently wanked her captive. Every plunge into her sent heat swelling down to my huge balls. You're objectively attractive by societal standards - and you know it, because you're smart enough to have attained a law degree (I'm guessing without even fully applying yourself), so you know how attractive you are, especially with the complimentary way you apply your makeup. Control your mind. Jo said hey what? And if I asked to make her a part of our family... My cock picked up speed, plunging deeper and deeper. “NOOOOO, please, don’t make me do that,” Liz said, her eyes fearful as her mind raced with the possibilities. Slowly she whispered n my ears… “Paddu.. Soon it was loose and slipping down her legs.