"You fucking bitch you almost got me fired"she struggled and said "let me out"Spanish witch slang rolled off her tounge as she spit in his face. He to...k some in his mouth and stuck his tounge down her throat mixing the saliva back into her mouth.She was trying to thrust up and could feel the bulge in his pants and go so fucking wet in her pantys and her screams turned to moans.He ran his dark fingers up her plain dress right around those granny panytys and stuck her latin pork pussy deeply,oh. This was his third time so he lasted longer. After 30 mins mark i couldnt control and shot a huge load on my belly. He fucked me for half an hour more before unloading his load in my hole. After resting some time he fucked me again and then again. After he unloaded his 5th load inside me it was already sunrise. I too had came more than 3 times. It was finally over. It was hell for me at the start but after the second fuck i did start enjoying it. I lay there on his bed for a couple of mins then. After time, these conversations would almost fail to get a rise out of me. Once youve experienced something, to talk about it, well, its just not the same. Our messages got to a point where they were becoming anticlimactic. They tapered off, and finally ceased altogether. One morning a number of weeks later I had the house to myself for a block of time so I was going through my email and deleting the spam that had accumulated. I was mindlessly clicking the delete button time after time, not. I’d seen her look go cold in anger at both my order and the Prince’s effective snub by obeying me, and then her eyes flicked up. She was looking to the right of me and over my head. The glance was quick, but it was enough to warn me.I spun on my right foot and raised my pistol at the same time. I’d pulled the trigger before the assassin had even registered that I had taken a bead on him. The shot was at the extreme of my pistols effective range. Leaning on the solid barrier on the balcony three.