..Poi la alzai dal mobiletto e la sollevai di peso inziando a sbattermela da in piedi.Sentivo il cazzo ingrossarsi ancora di più dentro di lei, che e...trava ed usciva senza la minima difficoltà...sentivo i suoi umori che uscivano ogni volta che glielo spingevo fino in fondo...Continuava a gemere...si avvinghio con le gambe al mio bacino e iniziava a non capire più niente, mentre io la guardavo soddisfatto.Dopo un po le tirai fuori il cazzo, e la presi in braccio girandola con la schiena. I said "What's wrong? Were you a bad boy back in North Dakota?" He said "No, but I put down an earlier year as my birthdate so it would show me as being 18 years old, not 17. I also wrote a fake Social Security Number as I don't have one yet." The next day I went to the NSA Clearance Desk to see if I could stop his clearance paperwork. But they handed me his ID Card and said he was good to start working. Yeah, I was feeling secure with our top Gov't secrets being kept in that building.I finally. It was hard to think, especially since she couldn't stop imagining how fantastic it was going to be when Jack finally stopped talking and starting fucking her needy pussy with that big beautiful cock of his. Still ... for some reason, she wanted to know more."I don't understand," Emily said. "The headphones... ?" Ah. Right," Jack replied. He picked up a set of the headphones that lay next to his computer, sitting atop a jumble of wires and circuit boards. "Not really headphones, actually. More. The sound drove them both wild. “Gonna cum, baby girl,” Mark declared. “Give me that cum,” Andrea shrieked. Mark pulled out, his white cum splattering Andrea’s back and ass in an eruption so powerful it left him light-headed. “Fuck,” Mark uttered. “Shit!” Andrea spun round and grabbed Mark’s cock, massaging his shaft to keep him erect. Then she wrapped her wet lips around Mark’s hard prick and swirled her tongue like a little paint brush, licking and swallowing their mingled cum. “I love this.