Now, the tables had turned, and she was no longer the one doing the leading. “Not when he fucking pissed on me!”
“Jesus,” Karl said, a flash of uncertainty crossed his face. She didn’t move. There has to be another solution! “And I meant what I said,” Helen replied, stroking my face as she studied me with her azure gaze. And then savagely kissed Helen. “You know exactly where I was.”
“Roger, we have overwhelming and damning evidence that says otherwise,” Karl said, holding up the proof that Henry had collected. “Who? Helen hummed and brushed her cheek against my crotch, feeling my steel-hard cock pressing through the cloth. “What—” Helen started to say. “I want him gone by the end of the day.”
Karl Yunger looked like he was having difficulty getting it together this morning. Her hips began grinding into mine, working my dick in and out of her as we wrestled lips and tongues. Chloe glanced back at me, giving me her patented, unreadable gaze, but still managed to communicate that she’d be back soon. Are you sure?” Helen gasped, attempting to turn her head toward me. His face was twisted in a snarl, and his well-groomed hair fell out of place. When I didn’t relent, her eyes slowly opened, and the fear in those cold blue irises had been replaced with
