AAAANnnnnnhhh" Emily gave a girlish gasp and dug her head into his neck. Her lips quivering and her eyes tearing up as she had never felt anything so ...ainful and yet so pleasurable. She gripped his shoulders as he folded his legs and mounted her onto his lap, cushioning her ass cheeks on his shins. From afar they looked like lovers on a Lotus flower; his hands slid down to caress her soft cheeks as he rocked her back and forth on his cock. Emily looked into his eyes with an expression that was. And Barton's terms always included two things: enormous profits for John Barton, and the loser kissed John Barton's ass. Literally. And not just on the buns. The former CEO's on Barton's payroll had two things in common. They had tasted Barton's shit-lined rectum. And they had begged for the privilege. They had seen plenty of execs just like themselves go down to ruin for displeasing Barton in the slightest way.Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had. She needed someone who knew what it was like to want to be wanted, and when she put it like that her thoughts turned to Yvonne.She mulled that idea over for a while, sipping at a cup of tea and staring at the door as she tried to decide if it were a good idea. By the time the pot was empty she'd still not entirely decided. She did want to check up with Yvonne, though, to see how things were going.If the conversation went well, she decided, she'd bring the issue up, and if it didn't at least. Alicia felt my dick and my whole body go tense. She cried out not to cum yet. But it was too late. I erupted deep inside her vagina.I felt like my own orgasm was never going to stop. But this time I was pounding Alicia's wet pussy with more energy and power than ever…She moaned with pleasure and whispered that this was the best fuck she had ever had and asked me why I had not fucked her before...She smiled and hugged me closer and met my thrust with new intensity.Within a few minutes she.