Plunketting taking another long slurp of Clarissa’s pussy, ‘step down this side, please and bend over, so that you can review the documentation properly’. The whiff of sushi like aroma and adrenaline induced sweat filled his accomplished nostrils and he said, ‘Marvelous, Mrs. Plunketting, the paperwork before her, her fair share of the profit, well earned, her pussy had never felt so full. The act of standing and passing up the envelope caused Mr. Plunketting’s cock slither between her butt cheeks, ‘fucking hope he gets off quick, so I can sign this shit and get the fuck down to the mall to do some serious shopping’. Dong, welcome, and may I say how pleased I am to see you in person’, started Mr. Eventually Mr. Plunketting buzzed the intercom, ‘Ms. In a trance she just about managed to reach for Mr. Read 13896 times |
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Conversely, Latitia Lipswell’s mind had virtually shut down. Reflecting on a day well spent at the helm of Plunketting’s, he reached for his Ghurkha’s ‘His Majesty’ cigars and a well-earned smoke.
