Mine. She thinks fleetingly, proudly. Wickedly, Crysta leaps up off the bed. She means to prolong their foreplay, rushing outside into the cold of the...afternoon. He watches her through the glass, playfully leaning out over the balcony and looking at the other high rises. He shocks her by joining her out on the terrace. Marcel's body behind her presses her thighs into the cold mesh of the balcony railing. His hands appreciatively take in the contours of her slender waist, her breasts. Her. She was already soaking wet. Natalie could see her juices dripping down to her asshole. She licked and sucked and rolled her legs back and let her tongue glide gently into Jillian's asshole, then back to her pussy.She knew it was time. She whispered, "Use your fingers. Pull your pussy open for me." Jillian complied without thinking. She pulled her pussy wide open. Then Natalie pulled her pussy open and slid scissor-like between her legs.She pressed her open pussy into Jillian's and ground as. She said, "I don't mind your fucking her, Brian. It's just part of your job, showing what a big shot you are, so big that a secretary has to flop down on your couch with her legs apart. I have a job too, helping Nick paint wallpaper designs. He fucks me, too, but not because I have to let him, because I love it. Dig?" Susie, what is this? What has happened?" Why, Brian, I got fed up with your squareness, your all- American boy executive shit, a life-style in which I was only a convenience. Did. Yet, even with all that white leather, she still managed to look sexy and sensual. Maybe it was her eyes, he didn't know. He did know that if he didn't worry about his mind around her, he'd have been working to get her taut ass into his bed a long fucking time ago."Well, let's get going and I'll change," he growled, wishing he could reach down and adjust the sudden constant throb of his cock in the tight constraints of the uniform he was wearing. He let her go into the gym while he took a left.