“Oh yes, Chris. Oh! Oh! Oh my… G-ahhh!” Her scream rose in pitch to almost ear-piercing levels as she came. Building toward his own explosion, h... grabbed her other hip with his pussy-slick fingers again. He pounded into her tightly clenched canal, his balls tightening and face growing hot. “Fill… M-me… Up! God!” Alyssa cried. Chris had a few more thrusts after that, and then his seed surged up. Slamming his cock into her one final time, he roared as he blasted cum into her depths. “Oh yes! I. MMMM as we kissed and I pushed back raising my finger and wiping the lipstick from his lips. He pulled me close again I pushed back with my hands on his chest “There is plenty of time for that later: I said taking his hand leading him out of the makeup room passing through the master bedroom. I felt my arm jerk back as he spun me around tossing me to the bed. “Stop not now I yelled” “Yes now” he said pushing me back. I struggled to get up but he held me down with one hand as he raised my. "It's just so unfair," I managed to barelywhisper before I started crying. "It's just so unfair..."My name is Alvin Jones, not that it really matters for the purpose ofthis story, and I am 49 years old. I live in Los Angeles, California andhave worked for the same truck company since I was 24. The woman cryingnext to me is my wife, Rachel. She's two years older than me and we bothorigin from the suburbs of LA. The child we're crying about is our sonHector, who up until just two years before his. It has been a period of intense happiness for me and I believe, Natasha. We had some disagreements over the months but decidedly few and all minor. I simply love her and soon will be able to call her my wife. Mrs. Natasha Powell, who'd have believed it just a couple of years ago. Not me for sure.Natasha has taken Mr. Kopolova's original company on in leaps and bounds and apart from board meetings, her father no longer involves himself. Petra's role has changed as she no longer needs act as a.