"About my replacement, I'd like to make a recommendation." He looked at her curiously.There was silence for a moment, then he gestured impatiently, so...she went on. "Do you know Doreen McWilliams, in Credit?" About your height, a little heavy? Quiet?"Doreen was a good hundred pounds heavier than Lydia; she wanted to throttle her former boss, even if she knew he was pulling her leg. She could see the grin on his face.Lydia very carefully said, "That's the one. She likes to be called Mac." Lydia. The fire was making her surroundings more visible, but it was also using up all the air. She dragged herself to the stairway and started up, then remembered that she had heard the man lock the frigging door. Crawling back to the body, she searched frantically until she found a key."Thank God for stone-age technology!" she declared, firmly grasping that vital key.Then she started crawling up the stairs and into the smoke collecting near the ceiling. It only took a minute to drag herself up the. My fingers dig into your ass cheeks as I pull you tightly against me, pushing my cock as deep inside of you as I can. For a split second everything is stopped, my cock is expanded as big as it gets inside you, my face buried between your breasts your body so close to cumming you're about scream, and then it happens. My hot thick cum shoots out and fills your pussy as it clamps down onto my cock as you orgasm. Your mind is completely blank with the feeling of being completed. I keep my hips. “I need you to be inside of me, now,” she breathed, as she grasped my hardened eight-inch manhood for emphasis. We disentangled, and realized at the same time that the shape of the couch would present a logistical problem for the missionary position. She smiled, and led me by the hand to the arm of the couch where she bent over so that her hips rested on it while her forearms rested on the cushion. “I like a rear entry better,” she said, looking back over her shoulder. “It makes the short.