“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”She was literally screaming. It didn’t matter how thick her walls were, everyone on the floor of her condo had to know ...hat Summer was getting fucked.Ashley was having his way with her now. When Summer was riding him earlier she was controlling the pace. When he got on top of her there seemed to be a back and forth to their movements. Now Ashley was in full control, Summer had none.He was fucking her and she just surrendered herself to the pounding that he was giving. His lips moved to her neck, kissing the soft flesh, moving across her collarbones and past her raspberry nipples, heading downward, over taut ribs and quivering stomach muscles. He loved her honest responses, a catch of breath or a soft whimper, that let him know how much she was enjoying his touch and he made it his mission to extract as many out of her as he could, each sweeter than the last. Again, the touch of his tongue was gentle, softly stealing between the damp folds of her sex in. "I fully understand your supply difficulties, however, all businesses have problems. Your problems should not be my problems. I need that material. I have a magazine to get out. And we have a contract. I expect it to be honored."As she was dictating into her phone, Raoul, the nineteen year old college student who worked as her house boy walked by. Katie made a pointing gesture towards the living room, which he fully understood. "Looking forward to your compliance. Regards. Katherine McClair,. She gasped in astonishment and held her breath as she feels the bulging hardness under my pants pressing, demanding into the tender plane of her soft young belly. The sweet licorice liqueur drifted laxity through her, intensifying the uncontrollable sensations beginning to course through her aroused body. Her wide brown eyes clenched firmly shut as she tries to relax, to the vile seduction of her body with all of her strength, but the gentle urgency of my fingers digging greedily into her.