”“Did you come in your palm Conner, wishing that it was my mouth that you were coming in? Did you fantasize that my lips were wrapped around your ...pole…my pretty red lips, making love to your meat; lips that begged for you to drop your load onto them?” Erica panted, driving her hand into her money slot, up to the wrist. Conner nodded yes, as his breathing labored in his chest, and his dong pulsated in his hand. “What else did you fantasize about?”“I thought about your beautiful blond. The absence of a lock from the bathroom door had caused Simon to walk in on her after showering dozens of times in the past, and so her nude body wasn’t exactly something he had laid eyes on before, but regardless she felt that some decorum and distance were still called for. Instead, she took a few small steps forward and, with three fingers still holding the corner of the towel firmly on to her right nipple, used finger and them to take the proffered bath towel from her landlord. ‘Thank-you. ” “I'm damn good,” she said, trying to reassert some pride. “Journalist, I mean.” “Then you'll make sure you take down Ferrante without me gettin' mentioned.” “I thought I'd given you enough insurance not to need ask,” she snapped, itching to slap the fucker. “Yeah, I guess you did, little whore.” “My name's Laney,” she told him, “and I'd like to go clean up if you're gentleman enough to allow that.” He laughed that mocking laugh and she bit down her anger. “Sure,” he said. “Why not? Go. She glared at the bottle. "I feel like the underpaid middleman for all this water. I put it in the body, I sweat it out, pee it out and now my pussy floods it out. I just can't seem to win."She capped the bottle and set it down. "I'm going to take a pee and mop up my pussy a little then we start the next part."She eyed Little Bob for a moment then licked her lip with a flicker of her tongue. "You should probably take a leak too if you can avoid spraying the ceiling. The next session may be a.
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