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He drove harder, his hips colliding with loud smacks, his tip pushing against my cervix, making my tongue loll from my gaping mouth as I panted my exhilarating euphoria. God, he was deep this morning. I grinded across his lap, my back wrenching in a violent wave; shoulders pinching together, spine curving, hips jerking forward and back, my ass applauding behind me. I grabbed his head and pushed his face deeper, suffocating him with what little chest I had, growling my approval as I felt him teeth me in defiance. He stood up, our pelvises locked together, and he dropped me unceremoniously on reality his desk, papers and candles flying, dishes clattering as I was dragged mercilessly across its surface. His torso pressed to mine, his weight sank into me, and I hooked my ankles behind his driving ass, and pulled him deeper. His breath panted against my neck as I hyperventilated against his, my lungs fiery with each desperate intake, my voice high with each exhalation. The familiar pressure ballooned with in me, causing tremors to wrack my form as it expanded; legs trembling, abdomen clenching, feet kicking wildly for purchase. “Make-me-come, make-me-come, make-me-come!” I screamed, and he obeyed. I dug an encouraging nail in his back, and felt him return fire with the acceleration of his thrusts. I squeezed him with my thighs, with my arms, trapping myself in his violence, goading him to drive harder, to break me, to push me over the edge. The pressure expanded, electrifying every nerve, sending my heartrate skyrocketing. It was coming now, well-past the point of no return, compelling my back to arch, my mouth to scream, my eyes to widen, my head to fall back, and my throat to exalt my ecstasy. “Oh God, fuck me, Sister Julia!” I screeched as I came. Brandon abruptly stopped thrusting, but he couldn’t stop from blowing. He groaned and growled as I sung over him, public legs twitching in their lock as his cock opened my sanctity. Hot seed shot into me, pooling directly into my maternal reservoir, radiating into my depths as I spasmed with glee. Our sweaty bodies heaved as our diaphragms relaxed, and Brandon took my face into his, and looked steadily into my eyes. “Did you just…” LUCILLA “…scream for ‘Night Eyes?!’” I panted against Julia’s neck, the sweat dripping off our bodies, the morning sun shining through the two-story window of our new bedroom. Julia gasped something unintelligible, and tried pushing me off her, but I locked my legs and pinned her shoulders to blonde the mattress. Her cock was still hard in my pussy, but I’d had my release, and wasn’t feeling too frisky anymore. “Hmm?” I narrowed my eyes at her, watching her face contort and pov redden. “Yes.” She mumbled, looking extremely sorry. “Julia, what the fuck?!” I hissed, “I don’t mind that you’re fucking blowjob her,” (bullshit) “but when we’re together, it’s supposed to be just us! Get her out of your head!” Julia mumbled something again, trying to push me off, but I would not be denied. This was too far. “What did you say?” I growled. I took a deep breath and sighed, “Okay.” “It’s… hell.” I blonde muttered, taking the tea. “Fuck,” pov Jim said. Shelena's fingers massaged my clit. "I've already sent your Aunt in to reality spread discord amongst his family and wives. I public buried into blowjob her with powerful thrusts. Steaming coffee in one hand and a warm cream cheese bagel in the other, I carefully backed against the large glass door to the reception area and pushed it open with my rear. Shit, now he was going to see how messy I was there too! “I'm sure Demyan Ignatov will love it if you fuck his wife right before him. “Not at all, Sir. I gave her a smile. He needs to ask you a few questions about what you saw tonight. Lisa was sobbing just like a little baby. He changed the world. “Well yes.