Stick your fuckin' tongue in my little fuck hole.Fuck, fuck, fuck you're going to make me fuckin' cum. You fuckin' bitch I'm fuckin' cumming, I'm fuck...n' cumming on your tongue, your face, your hair agggg FUUCCKKK MEEE.Oh mother fucker Carrie, you fuckin' slut. I wish we would have done this years ago, holy fuck you ate my pussy so fuckin' good Tina said as she rubbed her clit hood.Tina what are you doing??Looking in your dads nightstand.I don't think that's right.What's he going to do, come in. She didn't care. She need to cum, and to cum now. She was going to plunge his cock into her pussy and milk every ounce of his load inside her. Screw the consequences. She licked her lips and started to reach for his beckoning cock. Her fingertips brushed the fabric and began to trail up towards the zipper. At that moment her phone beeped. She paused. He held his breath. On her phone was a number. Zero. Janey reluctantly withdrew her hand from his cock. With a sigh of relief she reached into her. The girl disappeared for about 15 seconds and came back empty handed. “We’re out,” was the short, curt response given as the young employee shrugged, walking away.Shocked, she stood mouth agape in the middle of the aisle trying to figure out what just happened. A voice behind her surprised her from her trance, “Can I help you, miss?” She turned around to discover the source of the question. His sweet smile was the first thing she noticed, next was his height as he towered over her. She sighed,. Sweat, paper and stale smoke infested clothing all contributed to the familiar overpowering stench, but hey, this was publishing. How could it be otherwise?Finally reaching the relative sanity of her desk, Laurie slumped in her chair, damp with the heat, unable to think any more. Just as her butt hit the cushion, her phone started to ring yet again. Summoning more strength from God knows where, she leaned forward and lifted the receiver."McBride Publishing. Can I help?" Yes, could I speak to.