Ashley pulled the office door closed behind her, flashing the others a knowing smile as she left. Lee turned back to look at Rosa, still lying on her ...back on the floor. Barely topping five feet, she looked like a teenager. An image bolstered by her slim build, accented by what the ad-men called barely-B boobs, which looked large on her small chest. A luxurious thatch so black it looked blue nearly filled the area between her thighs. As Lee gazed at her, she opened her legs slightly, as if. "I will go to the bar for another few glasses while you ready yourself." "Yes sir." I bow my head before he tilts up my chin with a finger, slowly I raise my eyes to find him watching me intently. He lowers his mouth onto mine and kisses me softly, his whiskers tickle my skin slightly as he runs his hand over my hair and down to my waist. I resist my reflex to tremble and remain still. My lips, however, yield to his inquisitive tongue as he tastes my mouth. He deepens the kiss, as his tongue. Then Michonne mentions the run they're going on in a few days and that his father wants him to go as well. Carl nods as he gathers up his and Jude's dishes taking them into the kitchen where he helps Carol with them. She has given up trying to get him to do otherwise. His mind moves back to Beth and her braless breasts. He finds himself getting an erection. Ignoring it as he mostly does he finishes the dishes with Carol before kissing her goodnight and heading for his cell upstairs where he'd. I coat my stiff rod, then line it up with your hot cunt. I slide it all the way in with one motion. Your breath comes out haltingly. I start to fuck you slowly. Your eyes close, and you begin to moan softly with each thrust. I look down at your face, and see your expression of pure pleasure. My eyes travel down to your boobs, which roll up and down in time with my thrusting. I lace a thumb on each wonderful tit, and make circles. I squeeze and pinch your tits as I pick up the pace. Your moans.