" I'm sorry to hear that. About the divorce, I mean," Laura mumbled awkwardly.Deshona smiled in a self-mocking way. "He left me for a blonde."Now what...was this supposed to mean? Laura wondered. Does it mean that you hate me, or hate all white women? If so, then why did you invite me here? At least it explains your personality.But then she thought, This is a woman in great pain. Maybe she doesn't really know how else to reach out. And all I can think about is what it would be like to break. "Jenny, why don't you take a look at these reports and see if you can give me a quick summary, all right?"He was pointing to a completely vacant area of his desk, right in front of where she was standing. Jenny stared back at him, utterly bewildered. "The print is kind of tiny," He continued, taking her by the elbow and pulling her down toward the desk, "Don't strain your eyes."By now He had her hand and elbow flat on the desk, and Jenny suddenly understood that He was instructing her to take a. A woman on her knees at the door had her skirt pulled to her waist. She was not wearing panties. She had two fingers working inside a very juicy pussy. She smiled at me. I returned the smile then turned back to what I was doing.I gave the woman three or four more strokes then pulled out of her cunt. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Done so soon stud?" obviously disappointed."No baby, I want you on your back so I can see your face and body while I fuck you." She grinned and flipped. Nuzzling her face inside my legs.kissing between my legs.licking massaging y vagina softly..nibble.nibble. Biting soft. Her nipple perfect with inspection. As the suckle grew fierce. Heated. Squeezing my nipple gently tucked me tugging tight. ‘ I want her.’ She thought. Squeezing. My breast.locking her lips to my vagina suckling. Darker and darker. Toungue twirl high in me . Circling me with kisses. My Nipple cream perfect I. Her mouth. As she twirled..her toungue high on my vagina top.hot.