She knelt before me and removed my clothes, licking and kissing different parts of my body as she did. She got on all fours and looked at me, inviting...me to fill her with my cock. I got between her legs and lightly pressed the tip of my cock against her wet pussy, grasped her hips and thrust my cock into her as hard as I could. A cry escaped from her and her head was thrown back as my cock suddenly filled her. My balls loudly slapped against her arse. I fucked her with long, hard strokes. I. So he exclaimed: ‘You mean to say you fucked the quarterback’s whore? What was her name? Chloe I think.’ Jane giggled: ‘Not only the quarterback’s whore but the quarterback as well. And I must concede they were damn good lovers.’ It started to dawn on Frank that the girl at their table, also named Chloe, was the notorious ‘Chloe’ and this explained Jane’s connection. Actually as he put his mind to it, the name ‘Chloe’ although certainly not rare, was still uncommon. So as he was turning beet. ”“Speaking of fucking,” she says frankly. “If you’re going to fuck me again, you need a shower.”The boy flashes her a frown. “We’re just going to get all sweaty again.”“Don’t give me that bullshit,” she says smartly, grabbing his arm and dragging him toward the stairs. “Come on.”Once upstairs in the bathroom, she kisses him. Chance’s hands quickly move to her waist and he lifts her up onto the sink, still locked in the embrace. They break apart long enough for her to remove her shirt, revealing. Then I tried to figure out what I was seeing. The ceiling was white. The section of wall I could see was white too. There were no white rooms in my house. White rooms are for rentals and vacant houses. I'd had every room painted or papered when I moved in. Plus Yann and Janos had done quite a bit of redecorating.Unless this was a hospital.If this were a hospital, and I had a massive head wound, then white walls would make perfect sense. Yann was only my gardener. Janos didn't exist.I closed my.