“Coming Mr. Chambers.” I could feel my cunt pulsing already. He always calls me by my first name. Everyone else in the office is Mr. This or Miss ...hat, but I was always Lucy. He didn't look at me when he asked today. Instead he just walked right by my desk, as if he was addressing it, instead of me. I just can't figure him out. Some days, he looks right at me with those dark green eyes and speaks, “Coffee Lucy.” I am always caught speechless, before finally answering, “Yes, of course Mr.. He was a little longer than average and thicker than most men I've had in my pussy. I took the opportunity to point to the cameras. "Say hello to my husband. He's a dress-wearing, tiny-dicked bitch." Like most everything else I said, such as me cheating on him for years, was a lie but the object was to get him to hate me while feeling betrayed. He smiled into the camera and said, "Fucking loser husband," then grabbed my ass with both hands and slowly began working his cock in and out of me. I. With his cock in her mouth, Noor’s lips began to slide down the length but she was only able to go hardly half way before severe gaging and choking for air. Francis appreciated her effort and with a hand under her chin and the other over her head, he helped her take as much of the thick shaft as possible but suck it with pressure, sending the sensation to his big black balls. Soon she told him to lay on the bed. “You are too Masculine, I do not want to be buried under you”. Her white tits with. My hand automatically went to her boobs and started pressing.She stopped me once again but I forced my hands and tried to pull her dress she got up and removed her dress and asked me to remove my dress. Within no time, we were naked and embracing each other and started kissing while she started kissing my chest and I started playing with her boobs and kissing her navel and moved my hand further down to her pussy. She had a very cleanly shaven pussy after a few minutes.We were ready for fucking.