“Come over here,” he said in a low, dangerously soft voice. Her eyelids came to half-mast as she resumed ignoring his orders. She leaned back. Usi...g one hand as a prop, she guided the other over her silk clad mound. His gaze hardened, “Don’t make me come and get you. You will regret it.” Her eyes mocked him-dared him to move on her. Her hand moved the thin fabric aside and he watched her dip a finger between her smoothly shaven cleft. She kept her hooded, enticingly evil eyes on him as she. “Oh, yeah,” moans Wendy, “Fuck me. Just like that. I need it so fuckin’ bad!” Michael redoubles his efforts, eliciting even more enthusiastic cries from Wendy. He pounds her pussy harder. She tightens her grip around his neck and crosses her ankles over his backside in response. Losing himself, he licks the side of her face from her chin to her temple. “Oh, fuck,” she gasps, shuddering as she feels herself drawing towards another climax. She can’t ever remember feeling so desired. He licks her. It was a perfect plan. She has followed him into the bathroom and bolted it shut. Before he could react, Imani had slapped a cloth drenched in chloroform across his mouth. She swiftly subdued him from behind and positioned his frame over the toilet seat. The extremely loud music had successfully masked the struggle. All Eugene could see was a blurry figure dressed in pink undoing his lower wear. The woman’s artificially enlarged assets were tempting and he thought it might have been a dream. To. Here, she said. Becca lifted up the arm rest between us, so I could move away from the fat guy, and closer to her. Finally, the plane took off. Becca was scarred of flying, and she grabbed my hand and squeezed. She moved even closer to me, so now our bodies were touching. After we were in the air, we started talking. She was from the same city as I was, and she was going up to visit her older sister. After awhile, I accused myself to go to the bathroom. I squeezed by the fat man who was still.