.. “I don’t follow, Kristen,” Ryman said as he stared at the beautiful blonde with her fingers in her shirt. Kristen gazed on at her boss and ...inally undid that fourth button. “I’ll fuck your brains out,” she cooed. “Come here,” Ryman growled at her, still standing his ground. Kristen walked sexily over to her boss, grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. He hungrily grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew in all directions as he looked at her amazing tits.. ” “That wasn’t because of the curse. That was in spite of it,” Will said flatly. “That was my own skill, through sheer stubbornness and creativity.” “Was it?” Jack asked.Danica rolled off her husband and settled into the crook of his shoulder with a relaxed, happy smile on her face. “Mmmm, I love it when you come into port, sailor.”Coleman North laughed. “You’ll forget me as soon as I’m gone.”“Never, never, sailor mine,” Danica grinned, quoting an old sea chanty. “I’m as true as true can. “As long as I get your arse.”“You can have it, mate,” said Kyle. “I’d rather my cock didn’t stink of shit, thank you very much.”“I’ll have you know, my shit smells sweeter than most. Now get on the floor, Blondie,” she ordered. “Come on, hurry up. I still want to get to Ritzy’s tonight.”Kyle threw himself down and held his cock pointing straight up as she straddled him and lowered herself onto it. She sighed as his purple knob touched her swollen lips and moaned as she sank down and her pussy. " But her cry was more one of anguished helplessness than of pain or terror and, then as the panties were ripped in half, behind held together only by the elastic band around her waist, her hips began a wanton response of their own, grinding upward against his brown face as he chewed ravenously on her fevered cunt-lips. Chris was strapped in a swirling, soaring surging of drug-heightened rapture and wanton delight.Neil's quivering red tongue snaked into the hotly moist tunnel between her.