“ Ich schüttelte den Kopf. „Das sollst du auch nicht, nicht frivol und nicht nuttig, aber elegant und sexy! Fühlst du dich wohl in den Turnschuh...n oder fühlst du dich besser in sexy Stiefeln?“ Sie nickte nur stumm. „Und was soll ich dazu tragen?“ „Erstmal das was du anhast, du hast ja noch nichts anderes aber wir werden für dich einkaufen gehen, zieh die Stiefel mit 12 cm Absatz an, über die Jeans, das ist sehr sexy, grad wo deine Jeans sehr eng ist an deinem perfekten Körper.“ Ich sah wie die. Mark smiled when the lawyer said, "Stop whining, I'll buy you a new one." Mister Caldwell just proved to be a man of his word."Really. Can I pick it out?" Mark heard the greed in his voice."Thirty-five hundred dollars is the limit, Harve," Mark told him. He and Melissa both knew what Harvey wanted. IBM had recently introduced a new model designed to take unlimited upgrades. It had tera bytes of disk capacity and more memory than Harve would ever use."Well, okay," he answered. "I won't lose. " Her tongue filled his mouth, and he subtly altered his thrusts as he felt her need for a different angle. "Perfect... around... me. Perfect... in... me..." She could feel both their orgasms building, his as a rising tension in his cock and balls and hers as a growing pressure that began in the pit of her stomach and radiated outwards. She could feel his cock straining against the silken walls of her slit and taste the salty sweat of her skin and the musk of their mutual lust in the. “What the fuck did I say!?” he practically yelled, followed by a very hard backhand across my face. It hurt. Very badly. I almost wanted to cry.He grabbed his cock and guided it into my pussy. With no hesitation, he thrust hard into me. I wasn’t expecting it at all. He hit my g-spot with the first thrust, causing me to arch my back, let out a loud “uh!”, and grab the sheets. He thrust hard again, and the same exact thing happened again.He went hard and fast, wasting no time, each thrust making.