I yelled again as I felt my G spot slammed. His balls hit my pussy from underneath and the vibrations made me clit start to tingle. "This cunt just cu...ms from having a cock inside it." He continued slamming and I knew I would cum again quickly like this, especially with the constant filth he was spouting. "I can feel you cumming again." He said, slapping my bum cheeks, which felt on fire, now. I came around him like a ton of bricks. "I can see there's only one way to stop you cumming, whore." He. His hands slid upwards on her calves and inner thighs and gently parted them. He breathed raggedly as he gazed upon that glorious sight which stood in front of him. He lowered his head and touched his tongue to her moist, hot source of womanhood. Michael picked her up and lowered her to the bed and lay between her legs. Her body arched to meet him as she involuntarily spread her legs wider to enable him a greater access. “Please,” she cried. He slipped one and then two fingers into that. It sagged open, exposing her nipples every time she moved her arms. I couldn’t see her partner clearly, but he also seemed young and was wearing what appeared to be an exquisitely cut sports jacket, which seemed incongruous compared to the casual, inexpensive way the girl was dressed. I wasn’t nearly as surprised seeing them as I was in the way Bette reacted. As she entered the room and saw the other women, she began to strut. She pushed her chest out, and began swaying her hips, almost as if. ‘He has to leave clues, but clues only you can understand.’ ‘Yeah. Keep going.’ ‘No. I’m spent. There’s something we’re missing.Shit. I need a vacation.’ ‘Yeah,’ Alan said as he slouched back again. ‘You know what? We do need a vacation. It’s Friday, so we’ll stop for the weekend. The next two days, at the least, no work. I mean it. We need to recharge.’ Swindon-Smythe and Karick made arrangements to visit their native lands, England and the Czech Republic, respectively, and neither was worried.