It dawned on me that it was Robyn that I was fucking and after that realization I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I had to make sure that she came...before me so I used my go to move.As I pulled her all the way onto my cock, she started to grind on it which wasn’t helping my cause. I slowly began to grab her ass and smack it. I could tell by her moans that she liked it a little rough. Then I took some of her juices with my middle finger and started to slowly massage the outline of her anal. He couldn't believe it.He just stood there in complete shock. Although she knew he was happy to see her because he was standing at complete attention. Just how she liked him. She pushed him inside. Closed the door, and sat him down. Lucky for her, he only had his boxers on. She took her trench coat off, revealing the fact that she had nothing on underneath. Not even a g-string. She could see how shocked he was. How much harder his cock was getting. The pre-cum glistening off the tip of his. “You’re going to pay your fucking rent this month!” Delia said. “If you have to whore your ass out, instead of giving it away all the damn time for coke lines!” Delia opened the front door and waved with her hand, “Go on! Get out of here. Go sell that pussy! Make something of yourself for a change.” Leila stood up and looked deep into her friend’s eyes. She was deeply hurt. “You’d make me do that?” Delia had a flicker of sympathy, but it passed. She couldn’t keep enabling this screw-up.. Becker sighed."It depends on you two," she said. "Jennifer, may I speak with you a moment?" Jennifer walked off with the nurse, and I was left there in my seat, alone again.More girl talk, I thought, laughing to myself as they returned, and I noticed Jennifer had a serious expression on her face.Uh oh, I thought as she started to speak.Chapter 4: JenniferI was afraid Mrs. Becker might say something about our conversation the other day, but thankfully she pulled me aside before discussing.
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Doug left his fingers in place while he let Mist subside from her come. His hand was unmoving, but he did continue to kiss, and when she was ready, he
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