Sam grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, one final act of dominance as every ounce of gruel-like sludge jettisoned into her newest cum-dump. She flipped to the photo compartment and smiled upon seeing his picture. Anal sex This isn’t really appropriate conversation for work.”
“We’re not working, we’re on break. “Oh…”
Samantha let silence permeate the room a few seconds before speaking. She set her glass down on the end table and let her hand slide down to her sex. She’d considered hiring a sex worker, but with only one steady income, doing that regularly would get expensive fast. They both seemed to love what she was doling out. She set her glass down on the end table and let her hand slide down to her sex. “Ok, well, you have this magical device in your pocket called a PHONE and believe it or not, there are no shortage of tutorials on how to make chicken dinner on the INTERNET!”
Samantha snickered, then quickly covered her mouth with one hand. Sam unbuttoned her suit jacket until her giant breasts were plainly visible, then pulled her bra down so her bare milkers
