“Show me your beautiful breasts.”“Nooooo,” she moaned.“Show them to me,” he commanded.Her hand dragged at her sweat shirt, and she rolled ...ackwards, as his finger tortured her pussy.“Ahhhhhhh,” she whined, laying back. Her hand pulled, exposing her bra.“Lift your bra,” he said.“Ohhhh Bobbeeeeee,” she whined. “You’re killing meeee.”“Lift it!” he said.Her fingers scrabbled at the bottom of the bra, and it flipped up, to reveal milky white breasts, heavy and wobbly, with fat brown nipples, set on. "Was his thing--big? He did fuck me--didn't he? That is the word--FUCK?"Mavis peered at her intently as Becky stared into her eyes. She seemed dazed, disbelieving. "I was saving myself for--Dell! And Mr. Quentin stripped me naked--and played his hands on my body--squeezed my boobies--pushed his thing at me... INTO ME... and FUCKKKKKEDDDDMMMEE!... He took my maidenhead... F-U-C- K-E-D meeeeeee! I hurt--for a little mite of time! Then it was goooooood! I liked his fucking me!"Mavis inhaled. I let go of his cock when it was in position, and pressed down. ‘Oh yes…’ I sighed, falling forward such that I was holding myself up by my arms. I pushed down hard, and Eric’s entire cock slid quickly into my vagina. ‘Oh!’ I moaned louder. I felt so full! He was really a good fit and the tickler, oh shit mom was right it was going to make me go off quick! I pressed my crotch hard against him and began to kiss his cheek, keeping him inside me. His lips found my lips. My tongue darted into. She couldn’t even plan her negotiations.Stepping into the office Gotam had lent them for the day, Pilar braced herself to find out what Nick’s condition was and mentally prepared to agree to pretty much anything. On top of everything else, she had no idea what he could ask for in addition to what she’d offered aside from marriage that required the input of his in-house counsel. Literally the only thing she’d come up with that was even remotely plausible was that he might want to marry her.