Her Mouth Moves on Its Own Terms

Beigh’s hungry lips. XXX “This document here nominates me to be the CEO of BT Chemicals,” Frank smiled, “with a salary of $5.6 million a year. It dribbled out of her snatch and trickled across her thigh to the bedspread. Her face, which had once been ugly like a toad, was now so gorgeous. Her moaning lips vibrated my pussy. “I’m taking a very important phone call. “Now go and clean up our house.”
“Yes…Mistress.” A shudder ran through Donna, a smile playing on her lips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Frank
I tried not to be nervous as I pulled into BT Chemical’s parking lot. My husband left me for a pretty woman. And since anything you discover based on research performed in our labs is property of Beigh-Taylor Chemical.” I reached out and snagged the syringe.