Let me fuck you with my strap on. Oh God&hellip, I cant believe Im finally doing this. Ive wanted since the first day of shooting&hellip, You wanna be...my bitch Natalie? You wanna be my little lezzie bitch? Mila taunted, I can see why&hellip, youre so tight. Either that fiancé, of yours hasnt been fucking you enough, or he isnt equipped to give you the type of fucking you need. Natalie blushed, He&hellip, Dont try and defend him and his tiny cock. Mila snapped as she picked up the pace,. She moaned as his lips traveled down to her neck, stopping at the point where her shoulders began and her neck ended. Once he had created a full hickey on her neck he let her off of the wall, allowing her to drop to the ground and pull him towards the couch. When they reached it she pulled his hand to her and wrapped it around her waist, pulling his head towards hers and rising up onto her toes to meet him. As they kissed she pulled him over, causing them both to fall onto the couch with his. She obeyed immediately, cutting off mid-number.I considered the fact that now, I (could) know everything.“Who is the director of the CIA?” I asked.“Central Intelligence Agency or Central Intelligence?” she inquired.I thought about this and realized, indeed, that there was a Central Intelligence before the Central Intelligence Agency, which was a then split, or rather formed into the National Intelligence and Central Intelligence Agency.I responded “Both”, I didn’t think that rather incomplete. "Stand up!" more insistent this time. He reluctantly stood up, still holding his clothes to cover himself. "Bit late for modesty now isn't it?" she laughed, "let's see what you got then, drop your clothes." He paused for a second, his eyes widening in surprise at this, then did as she asked and was standing naked in front of her, looking a bit self conscious, his cock soft and limp. Stepping over to him she reached out and touched his cock, taking it in her hand and giving it a few playful.