NO… the burning seduction that had taken hold of my body was quickly being drenched out. “Son of a BITCH!” I thought to myself. “Oh man, I d...n’t care.” I said out loud. “You pick something." It was then that I noticed the little flashing light on my phone. I had received a text. I figured oh it must be Felicia. As I picked up the phone and checked it, that burning sensation filled my body yet again. It was from Amelia! The text read, “Hi Andrew. Are you busy? Sleeping?” I quickly wrote her. His balls felt big and warm. They were filled with warm cum. She couldn’t wait to feel it. She could feel the head of his cock rub against the frontal wall of her vagina. She started to moan loudly, she wanted to have an orgasm so bad. “Fuck me, whoever you are, fuck me hard,” she screamed. He was already pounding her hard, “faster, faster, fuck my pussy” she was yelling at him to fuck her faster and harder. He pounded her hard and fast and she had the best orgasm of her life, a real one, not. Nothing too terrible, but there was a weapons charge and an assault. She could prove the gun was there. The assault was more of a gray area, and even Rebecca wondered if the victim, claiming to have been punched in the face by young Andreas Spinelli, wasn't just fishing for a settlement. The media was determined to portray Andreas as the rising godfather of his syndicate family. As she looked through the evidence, though, Rebecca found herself struggling to distinguish between the truth and. It throbbed and pulsed and I felt it beginning to moisten with precum.As I slowly withdrew my tongue from her, she shook and moaned loudly. "Daddy" she whispered breathlessly."That was amazing!" she moaned. She lay there soaking up the thrill of her orgasm. After a minute or two I sat up and went to the nightstand. "Daddy, you aren't leaving are you?" she asked."No, ummm just setting an alarm for in the morning.". Of course this was a lie as I had already set that while waiting in the.