Oh boy, Monica had such a mouth on her; her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, and with each touch of her tip Jennifer was shaking.Her hands never stopped exploring as much of the young woman’s body as she could get to, and Jennifer knew that no one – NO ONE – had given her love button the kind of pleasing sucking that Monica had. ” Jennifer asked, curiosity overriding anger; she didn’t like interruptions.Even if the rumours that she’d had a kid or two were true, there was still plenty of milk inside her; Jennifer pressed her face between them and shook her head back and forth.“This is the ancient ritual known as ‘motorboating,’” she giggled, ruining the attempt to add a touch of National Geographic gravitas to their fucking.“Just wrapping this up, and then I’ll have your first coffee of the day ready,” Jennifer continued cheerfully.“Uh…thank you,” Monica replied, walking into her office. ” Coffee and two croissants were placed gently on her desk by Jennifer, leaning forward with a smile as she did. Monica had a view down Jennifer’s top, but she knew she was talking about the coffee. “I would be lying if I said it wouldn’t help,” the boss admitted as the receptionist stood by the desk. I’m just trying to get some fluff off your top,” she said hastily, brushing the boss’s top firmly. All gone.” “There is no ‘fluff’ on my top,” the brunette told her. I don’t want any more liars in this office.” Jennifer nodded, deciding to risk it all. But there’s only ever been two women to turn me on – Kim Basinger and you.” Monica looked the receptionist over; she was looking back at her as if she had front row seats at a Jason Derulo concert.Ariana Grande was the luckiest girl in the world to have this woman in her bed at night. It was beautiful and it was perfect, but it was also still covered. “Well-“ Monica started before wilting under Ariana’s glance as her lover flung the pouch down on the table, unintentionally missing Jennifer’s head. “I came by to drop them off, but now it looks like SOMEONE needs a lesson.” “Yes,” the Italian said meekly, starting to get up from between Jennifer’s legs. You’re right where I want you,” Ariana snapped, moving behind Monica.As her cunt somehow managed to get warmer from her boss’s lip action, Jennifer vowed to do something about that the second she got off this table… “You will get to put anything up my culo you want to…” “Not before I do.” Underling and superior both whipped heads to the door; another young woman was standing there in a coat, holding a pouch and glaring at them. “And as for you, ho, how’d you like to get head from a real expert?
Which she duly is, sentenced with the rest of the group to life imprisonment without possibility of parole. * * * * * * * * * Monica Bellucci had the body of a goddess but the concerns of every other mortal being, such as having to wake up, battle traffic, and fight computers.
“And check this out…” She spread open Monica’s rump, allowing her and Jennifer to look up close at her open cunt and asshole; Ariana tapped them both.
With a finger, in this case, which she poked into the higher entrance. Too bad you’ll never get to know how good it feels… From the waist up she was still covered to Jennifer’s visible disappointment, but from below she revealed two very lovely legs and an equally nice bush, which the receptionist noticed didn’t match the curtains.
“I’m not her-“ “And what did I tell you about snacking on other women? “Come here.” Jennifer got off the table and went over to Ariana, stroking Monica with pride in her eyes.
“Take a look at this,” she said, pulling off Monica’s panties; Jennifer felt herself go all woozy on being exposed to her boss’s gorgeous ass. ” Ariana said, seeing the visible drool on the receptionist’s lips.