” She whispered with a trembling voice. She looked over her shoulder at me with fearful eyes. I smiled at her. A kind, soothing smile. I took my han... back from her pussy. I saw the expression on her face suddenly soften, as she thought I’m going to be so considerate and do whatever she tells me. At that moment, as I saw her full confidence in me rise up again, “Now listen to me. You will do as I say!” “ John, please don't do this?” “Please let me leave.”I let her cry silently as I started. What do you want me to tell her?” he said with a smile. “Give me the phone and I’ll tell her,” I said reaching for him. He gave me the phone and walked out of the room. “Hi Kristie,” I said stifling another yawn. “Hi, I told him not to wake you.” “Well he enjoys waking me up. I swear he can’t go ten minutes without disturbing me somehow when I have a day off and he doesn’t,” I said getting rather annoyed. “I’m glad you are off today and he is working,” Kristie said and I could hear her smiling.. It was like a magic that she controlled and it affected my desire, made me need, made me growl.I stood only to impatiently take off my own clothes while she stared up into my eyes and made me suffer just from the raw desire she held in them, the hunger. She opened her mouth and lifted weakly on the bed while I watched, her hands trailing down her body, while she whimpered and bared her fangs. I snapped at the sight and dove for her pussy, burying my face between her thighs, so that she squealed. I slid to the edge of the couch Pat slipped my shorts off. Jess had sat up slipping off her top letting her breasts fall. Pat was between my legs she had undone her halter top letting her Tits drop she had silver dollar size nipples and tip were hard like easer. I reached forward and rubbed them between my fingers making them all harder. Jess leaned in and started kissing me again pinching my left nipple. Pat grabbed my cock and held it at the base, and started sucking on the head and sliding.
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