"I have to have your pussy" he said as he lifted her onto the conference room table. Cole had her jeans off in a flash, pushed her legs up as far as h... could, and entered her in one fast, deep thrust which caused her to gasp in both pleasure and pain as he forced his cock against her cervix. As he felt her wetness he began to thrust, harder and faster like a piston in a well oiled machine - her moans were turning into shorter high pitched screams as he fucked her with everything he had.. Blue." Shut up, Slut, or I'll have Mr. Pink gag you." I know who all of you are. Randy will beat you senseless when he hears what you're doing to me." Randy Allen won't do shit. Anyway, you won't tell him. You're going to like what we've got planned for you. Keep moving, Mr. Blue. We don't have all night." Hold that fucking light, Mr. White. I can't see the steps." Who's Mr. White? I know the rest of you. Malcolm Cotter is Mr. Blue, Denny Musgrove is Mr. Orange, and Peter Slocum is Mr. Pink.. “So it WAS the right move. Cool.” Chris rolled over and was soon asleep dreaming very few champagne wishes but at least one caviar dream. Morning came earlier that it had any right to, and Chris spent an inordinate amount of time in shower letting the hot water beat some of the post-moving stiffness out of her muscles and joints. It didn’t work. Freshly washed and dried and smelling just ever so slightly of an exotic tropical scent, Chris grabbed her suitcase and purse and left her cluttered. I’m so wet and warm, your hand between my thighs, spreading my juicy lips apart, moaning as I have your hard cock tight in my grip, stroking it slowly.Your fingers are sliding inside my wet pussy. While moaning I tell you that it feels so damn good. The deeper you go the more I want you, right now!Our little covering disappears from our bodies! Your gaze tells me that you want to taste my juicy sweet pussy, your hands under my ass, taking it firmly in both, raising and pulling my pussy towards.