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Even if the rumours that she’d had a kid or two were true, there was still plenty of milk inside her; Jennifer pressed her face between them and shook her head back and forth.
“This is the ancient ritual known as ‘motorboating,’” she giggled, ruining the attempt to add a touch of National Geographic gravitas to their fucking.
“ As Jennifer got up, she felt a stinging slap on her butt with the hand staying on the flesh long enough to have a squeeze. Resisting the temptation to give her a hickey deep enough to draw blood, Jennifer headed behind Miss Grande as the latter rapidly checked out the desk – she hadn’t brought anything with her so she had to improvise. ” she asked, looking at her as the cops escorted her out. I do not give second chances to thieves – I already made that mistake with my ex-partner.” “Oh, by the way,” Ariana added with a wide smile, “I’ve had better head from guys. ” Jennifer snarled at Miss Grande before looking pleadingly at her boss, receding as she was dragged out still naked. I didn’t…” she finished plaintively as the dream ended, bringing her back to the reality of her prison cell. She had even testified at the trial that Jennifer had had some money troubles and been turned down for a raise, both of which were true – but it was also true that Jennifer had accepted it and decided to wait until things got better.
PERFECT; Monica had that little paperweight shaped like an Indian, complete with the sculpted headband with a sculpted feather pointing up. “So you probably have some kind of knowledge of how their systems would work,” the younger one continued, ignoring her protests as well as the fanservice. “Monica, I swear to you I didn’t do it – IT’S A SET UP, PLEASE! And there had been no way she could prove she had no idea how the money got there.
“Just wrapping this up, and then I’ll have your first coffee of the day ready,” Jennifer continued cheerfully.
“Uh…thank you,” Monica replied, walking into her office. ” Coffee and two croissants were placed gently on her desk by Jennifer, leaning forward with a smile as she did. Monica had a view down Jennifer’s top, but she knew she was talking about the coffee. “I would be lying if I said it wouldn’t help,” the boss admitted as the receptionist stood by the desk. I’m just trying to get some fluff off your top,” she said hastily, brushing the boss’s top firmly. All gone.” “There is no ‘fluff’ on my top,” the brunette told her. I don’t want any more liars in this office.” Jennifer nodded, deciding to risk it all. But there’s only ever been two women to turn me on – Kim Basinger and you.” Monica looked the receptionist over; she was looking back at her as if she had front row seats at a Jason Derulo concert.
Monica’s loud gasp as the wooden sculpture travelled back and forth inside her cunt was matched by the urgency with which Jennifer grabbed Ariana’s thighs; no wonder Monica was so in thrall to this girl – being in slavery was worth it if she was able to eat such a sweet little ass sometimes. yeah…” Jennifer sighed, pulling her head back to look at how Ariana’s asshole was looking after her mouth had handled it. ” “I’m sorry, Miss Lawrence…” Monica sighed, still lying on the desk. ” Ariana asked, in between shivers of delight – she may have been a thief but the girl knew how to eat ass and pussy. “Yeah, she was.” * * * * * * * * * There were worse places for the Remy Hadley Correctional Facility for Women to be set than in the Sierra Nevada mountains; the winters weren’t that extreme, and the summers were… But a prison in paradise was still a prison, even in summer, and even on a summer morning.
Jennifer’s tongue licked up and down the path between the girl’s asshole and pussy as if she couldn’t make up her mind, and honestly she really couldn’t. She’d worked on it long enough that something could pop in there without anything else required to lube it up, she’d bet – and soon she’d finally get to give Monica the treatment as she’d dreamed of ever since she joined. From behind, Jennifer felt a hand resting on her shoulder. “And I won’t call you Jennifer, because no one who steals from my company is a friend.” “I… Shay Mitchell liked being awake early in the morning; always had been, from when she was a kid. “Because you were the only one of the bunch who never came on to me,” Blake had said with a relieved smile. “Yeah, I heard…” That had been half-true; Shay was certainly in love with Emma Roberts, but both she and Emma had no problems at all with sleeping with other women.
With a finger, in this case, which she poked into the higher entrance. Too bad you’ll never get to know how good it feels… From the waist up she was still covered to Jennifer’s visible disappointment, but from below she revealed two very lovely legs and an equally nice bush, which the receptionist noticed didn’t match the curtains.“Ah, that’s excellent.” “I do my best,” Jennifer said, by now practically next to her boss. “I must admit I am glad to do this to someone,” she admitted, lifting off Jennifer’s top and pulling it over her head. “Actually, I never wear a bra,” Jennifer admitted as the boss circled an arm around her waist, stroking her back and sliding down to the rear of her jeans.“Ariana doesn’t like me to go first.” Monica smiled in delight on seeing Jennifer Lawrence’s breasts; bouncy, nice and perky, not unlike their owner. “I never wear panties either.” It might have been coincidence that Monica’s hand cupped Jennifer’s ass tighter than either of them had expected, but it certainly wasn’t the reason Miss Bellucci immediately unbuckled the young woman’s jeans as Jennifer finally brought herself to touch her boss. Jennifer moaned as she felt Monica’s warm skin, finding the zipper at the back of her dress and pulling it down; within moments it slipped off her body and landed on the carpet along with Jennifer’s legwear, leaving the receptionist completely naked while Monica’s black, lacy lingerie retained what she laughingly called her modesty. ” Monica murmured, kissing Jennifer’s neck and shoulderblades as the young woman felt her breasts.At least she could do something about the second one by coming in very, very early.She needed to get a jump start on work anyway; even though everyone at R. Housing had been just as stunned when the news broke about Roselyn as she had been, business was business – they hadn’t lost as many customers as feared, but it was still a bit tight.