“Miranda’s shop girls. And now her partners-in-crime. Her little puppets, right? Dancing to her tune. Breaking into my fucking house, while you th...nk she’s got me distracted. Well sorry to disappoint you both.”“The texts…” the one called Lysette breathed.“Yes, they were from me. Feeling all secure, were you? Well that’s changed.” He plucked Miranda’s phone from his pocket and waved it before them like a winning card. “This fell into my hand, almost literally, and it seems your boss has. She hadn't stopped moaning since I first started touching her nipples. I then ran my fingers down past her tummy to her wet cunt. I began to rub her clit. Her hips started to gyrate. This whole time I'm telling her "you're a little cunt." " My little bitch" "How I love to tease and torture your body!" "Don't cum slut!" "Don't you dare cum!" as I'm finger fucking her. Then she let loose with an explosive climax! Gushing all over my hand and the pad. She's breathing heavy. I then knelt between. Die hängende Wirkung wurde noch Verstärkt, durch die kleinen, schweren Eisenkugeln, gefüllte Bleigewichte die an ihren Zitzen baumelten und die Masse an Fleisch noch zusätzlich nach unten zogen.Seine Augen wanderten nervös an ihr runter, der Venushügel war haarlos, Fickfleisch stand schwarz eingebrannt auf ihrer Haut. Ihre inneren Schamlippen waren abnorm ausgeprägt, und prangten leicht aus den Äußeren hervor. Gold und silberfarbene Ringe zierten ihre verkommene Fotze und klirrten, während sie. Basically the perfect girl in his mind. she looks so much like trisha moon he thought which finally sent him over the edge. In his moment of pleasure he didnt hear his sis walk up the stair an walk to his foor. When his sister knocked on the door he knew he had about half a second because his si never waited on a reply to open his door after knocking. In one swift practiced move he pulled his basketball shorts, shut his laptop, pulled a book from the shelf an looked at the door with a smile. By.