“You son of a bitch,” Ashley shouted as Brad set the phone down. “You didn't have to tell him what I was wearing.” Staring into a wide toothy...grin, Brad knew Ashley was actually pleased and only faking anger. Two could play at that game. “You’ve got to understand, it's not your mind he's interested in.” “Yeah well...” Ashley dropped the angry act. “But he is coming?” “Uh huh, said it'd be early afternoon.” “Not till after lunch?” Ashley had expected that the phone call, particularly the part. !" Yeah," Angel Flight lead murmured. "Let that be a lesson, guys. Panic and lose your head, and you lose your sorry ass! These guys are obviously not cool dudes. Guardian, you got telemetry on this? You got our camera feed of that suicide screw-up?" Angel lead, Guardian. Yeah, we got it. Sorry it happened on your watch, Cap. We know how Ops Command hates to see something like this. No sweat. You guys are clean." Ok, Guardian. How's the threat scan looking? You need us out here for anything. She feels the hot liquid of his cum throb down to her stomach. Pulling back he jacks hard letting the last two pulses of his cum jet into her face coating her eyes, nose and mouth. “ARHHHH MMMM TAKE MY FUCKING CUM YOU GUTTER WHORE!!” He growls out as the last drops of his cum dribble from his angry swollen cock head.“Suck him clean bitch.” Dave says.Gemma still twerking her hips fucking the cocks buried in her as the men groan, opens her mouth and sucks the cum from the man's cock. She savors. When shedecided the painting was finished and even one more brushstroke wouldruin it, Emily smiled at me, her eyes glittering like black glass,droplets of sweat along her nose and above her mouth glinting. Shetore a long sheet of clear plastic wrap from a roll and carefullycovered the palette with it, preserving the paint in case she needed itthe next day. After that, she helped me off the stool (not that Ineeded it) and led me into the kitchen. She fixed us both bowls of Ben& Jerry's.