Stop thinking about her. You have to get this fat fuck back and collect your money. That’s all you should be thinking about. Fat fuck. A bit of alli...eration. Poetry under gunfire. Had to be a book in that…. Stop fucking around, Hansen. There were still no shots. No footsteps. Just the rain dripping off the dumpster, into the puddles in the bitumen. Just the heavy breathing of his alliterative companion. The Package. The fat fuck. Maybe I’ve lost them. Yeah, right. Or maybe they’re getting into. . until the same time tomorrow if you feel like it... and it would be fantastic."She laughed and said, "You're just too kind."I said, "No, I'm just too horny and I like what you're doing for me."Then she started to squirm to and fro and I felt my helmet banging the sides of her cunt... up around her waist it seemed.Tiff wasn't feeling too bad working me off, based on the looks that crossed her face nor the words that she softly spoke but when I began fingering her clit, she became spastic and,. The heat swelled through me. My entire body shook from it. I realized that I wanted to do this. That it would be hot. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest. This was insane, but I wanted it. I wanted to have this happen.I would have enjoyed every second with my daughter sharing Lupita's pussy. We would slide into her together and it would be amazing.“How are we doing this,” I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing.“Yes, yes, how are you fucking her, Mrs. Marlow,” moaned Natalie. My good sex slave. Then I moved on down her thigh to the fold behind her knee, pulling her leg up over my shoulder giving me more access to her crotch. At that point I moved my hand between us positioning my fore and middle fingers in a ‘V’ fashion on each side of my dick as it pistoned in and out of her, effectively holding her inner lips and clit tightly to my dick heightening the sensation of my cock rubbing against her lady parts.Her vaginal muscles began to tighten around my cock, trying to greedily claim.