Emily shook her hair out of her face, cocked her head back, and took a swig. She offered the wine to me once, but I shook my head. I bounced her up an... down with one hand squeezing her stomach from the side of her torso. I wanted her more focused on fucking and less focused on drinking. With my other hand I reached in to the space between our genitals and rubbed at the upper part of her clit with two fingers, the part that had escaped penetration by my cock. My hand bobbed up and down in sync. Once she had a man hooked on the need to receive attention from her beautiful lips, he was like putty to be molded to her own mercenary desire.Unfortunately, she soon became a watchword for dreaded espionage and her name became synonymous with the employment of spies to steal secrets.After a little while, she disengaged from the spy game because it was far too dangerous. As fate would have it, it was far too late and when she merely used her feminine wiles to make a comfortable way of life,. " He smiled and his tongue went down my dick to balls and pass that to my asshole. I gasped as his tongue slipped into my asshole and I groaned, coming again. He smiled and leaned back. "Should I get some lube?" I didn't answer, still panting from my last orgasm. He must have decided yes, because he disappeared into another room and came back with a bottle. He bent down and slowly turned me onto my stomach and said, "Lift up your tight ass up for me." He said, lowly and, for some strange. “Jesus. Who the fuck sent you this?”“That’s your response?” Ike growled. “Dude, I fucking liked her.”“What’s the problem,” Sherry said, and picked up the phone. “It’s not like you can call dibs or something. It’s a fucking woman. We make decisions.”“Ish...” Nisha frowned.“Not anymore,” Jess said, morosely.“What the fuck!” Ike shot eyes around the table.“Oh, dude,” I said. “You don’t know what’s going on?”“I know you flashed your dick around to everyone and somehow it was the right play,” Felix.