”Mark made such a fearful grimace that he knew he had to correct that.“I am just joking,” he added, glaring from beneath impossibly long eyelash...es.Why did Alex have to be so perfect? It wasn’t fair for the rest of the world. But karma was known to take care of things. Maybe that’s why Alex had to go through the torment of shooting ads, travel for endorsement deals, and have his ass waxed. There was, after all, balance in all things.Except for one tiny thing. It wasn’t Alex who was supposed to. I gasp; and she pushes her breasts in my face. I’m buried in her pale, sweet smelling chest, licking and suckling her big titties as she grinds her cooch against my lap even faster. I lick her flesh, my tongue and teeth finding her nipple and sucking and nibbling it.I roll her panties down her thighs and immediately stick 2 fingers in her pussy… it’s wet and warm, and she goes crazy, bouncing up and down on my digits, riding my hand while simultaneously grabbing my thick cock and pulling it up. With more skin uncovered, the smell of her sweet lotion mixed with the salty, but not completely unpleasant, scent of her sweat from our first almost-sexual encounter intensified making me want her even more (Or was that the pheromones that intensified my urge?). She locked her lips back onto mine again, but I had other ideas and hastily unclasped her bra. She broke the kiss again, and with what looked like mild annoyance, she took off the bra and aggressively kissed me again. I made a mental. I wanted her advice, badly, but there was no way I could get it.“Don’t you knock?” I asked.“Not after midnight when the girls’ room is empty and your light is the only one on in the entire house! What’s Emmy doing here?”“Well, given Liz is with us, we sure as heck aren’t playing ‘Spin the Bottle’!” I said with a smirk. “Nor were we having a threesome!”“Don’t be «некультурный», Mikhail Petrovich!”“We just needed to talk to Mike,” Liz said. “Nothing is going on.”“In his room? After midnight?”“The.