Now don’t let that creepy manager of yours see that your talking to me or he might downgrade you to waitress!’ Layla tossed back her hair and roll...d her eyes. ‘The slime.’ she growled. ‘He’s very nice looking slime.’ Layla shrugged. ‘Your date is much much nicer looking. Didn’t he get named the sexiest man in America by Sports Illustrated or something like that?’ ‘Yes, but he’s not really my date. I’m here to tell him that Macey is not interested. It was supposed to be a blind date, if I’m not. “Uhhhh,” she sighed as he pressed against her. His jeans rough against her hairless lips. Rough on the sensitive tissue. Her hips pushed up as she rutted against him. Her bare ass on the surface of her desk as she dry fucked him - hardly dry when her sex oozed juices all over.Her hands reached down between them. Gripped his jeans, pulling them open. “Why?” she sobbed as her red nails gripped his boxers. “Why?” Her hands pulled them down to his thighs, his cock slipping under her skirt. “Why?. “Every girl is going to hate me.”“The girls will.” he agreed. “The guys? Not so much. Your dating rep is going to go through the roof.”“You're going to come in my mouth?” she asked. “Do I... do I have to swallow it?” I've herd that it's really gross.”“You don't HAVE to.” he said. “You don't HAVE to do any of this, Becky.”“But you would like it better if I did.” she said, a note of melancholy in her voice and a tear forming in the corner of her eye. She saw him nod, then he was kissing her, for. Brandon refused to talk to them. They had to return home. Darius looked a bit worried. Brandon could have died. It was a miracle that he came out of that building alive. Derrick looked at his brother and smiled. The two nodded. Both of them approved. They needed to talk with Jason and Cameron and see what they thought. Unless, this guy hurt his daughter, Brandon was now considered family. ‘Guys, Brandon has a big bandage on his arm. You know they will have questions, right?’ He asked. Brandon.