. do youalways sleep like that?"It's Cherry, not a supervisor like I was expecting, and I'm both relievedand disappointed as I hear her prance towards... me, "Gosh.. I'm so sorry,you can't talk! Hey.. why are you looking at me like that? Are you drunk?What's that buzzing?"I groan, wishing I could talk, or even indicate what I meant or wanted,but it's no use..."oooh.. your eyes look weird Angel, how... oooh... is there something inyour ass?" she gushes. "Right, now.. what do we need to do, I was. It seemed like an eternity of inactivity before he heard the sound of cars coming up from behind. He was so focused (and scared if he was asked to admit it) that it took him a minute before he registered the hand on his. Detective Halloran’s hand gently urged his gun down as police officers and homicide detectives surrounded the house. Grant stayed put but kept his gun ready as he watched the female detective station herself in front of the door and nod to the other officers. The rest seemed. .. my unwavering eyes were planted on the show and capturing every little visual detail... especially with every backward slide… as my cock retreated, revealing your gorgeous looking pussy... plump with fully engorged lips... glistening from all sorts of juices... slighted parted lips indicating your state of readiness... and a clear state of an urgent need to be penetrated... when enough strides had unfolded with one random slide... I would stop dead in my tracks… as the tip of my penis stood. Part of me wanted to be bad and good at the same damn time. My struggle was so real. My pussy eventually won because my response caused a shift inside of me.You should come have a taste. I looked at him as I pressed send and waited for it to be delivered. I decided to walk past him in hopes that he would follow me out to the dock that was 15 minutes away from the house. I wanted a secluded area just in case he was going to make his way to me. My pussy was on fire at the thought of wanting to.