I don’t personally give a fuck. So, be that as it may, perhaps we should kiss ... and make up, eh?” Marsha told Howard and Kristin with a wink.“...r maybe I can run and tell the press when I get back from this nice little break. I do have a shop to run,” Nancy said breathlessly as my balls slapped against her flesh while we fucked a few more strokes ... her climax hitting her yet again before I unloaded in her ass.“Yeah, I suppose that you can’t do this all day, except your days off,” I smiled as. It pushes me over the edge. I grab two handfuls of your chest hair, let my head fall back, and let out a scream that must’ve travelled up all the way from the tips of my toes. The echoes are deafening. You roughly flip me over on all fours and drive into me from behind. You place one hand on my shoulder and the other hand has a firm grip on my tit. You pull me back onto your cock in the same motion that you thrust forward. I reach through my legs and feel my own pussy juice leaking down my. It seems like this day would never come, but here I am in a bathrobe and red lace lingerie. Knock Knock Knock "That must be him," I say with a giggle. I walk over to the door with a wiggle in my step. I open it to reveal a 5'11" man with an athletic body, blue eyes and short brown hair. I feel intimidated by him as I'm a 5'7" slim girl with brown hair and eyes. "You look the same in person as your profile. That's a rare thing," he says with a chuckle. "Haha, I was just thinking the same. I looked at the flight surgeon and stated, "We need to do something since his blood pressure is still falling."He ordered, "Even though we should not attempt it, turn him over in a single motion so we can view his back."We unstrapped our patient from the backboard, turned him in one motion and it was obvious why we were losing the battle of the blood. There was more blood pooling there than I had ever seen in my life.The flight surgeon cut the straps on his body armor, peeled it off him and we.