Maybe he was right about me. I hadn’t seen a dick since my divorce. Indian xxx video Tongues licked lips, wetting them. “Yes, this is your reward!” I howled, thrusting so hard. No one held my dick. Scared of my employees, scared of taking charge. …Ji-Woo… Such ecstasy as my clit grew. Paleolithic. She didn’t scurry but held her head high, marching with Latina pride. If things didn’t turn around by the end of December, my company would be gone. And suddenly it was so catty in the building. I rammed my cock into the hot, tight cunt of Natti’s pussy. How had the snowflakes fallen? “Yes!” I howled. Problems began developing. CRACK! “You are not being a team player, undermining me at every turn.”
There was an actual flush to Britney’s cheeks. And we’re going to have so much naughty fun doing it. I did. “Your big, throbbing futa-dick. …what is that beneath your skirt… They’ll let you punish them if they’re bad, and reward them if they’re good.”
My hand tightened on her girl-dick. “You have mismanaged this company and—”
“I have. “It’s thrusting from where her clit should be,” groaned Britney. Now she was sending me mocking emails.
