If not for that fat wet pussy, what the fuck are friends even for

Her lips plunged halfway down the length, and I felt her tongue mold itself to the underside of my cock as she sucked on it. “No sir,” she said softly, “I don’t have anywhere else to be right now other than doing my job.”
She slipped my shirt off my shoulders and let her perfectly manicured fingernails trail down my chest, falling lower to my abdomen, then continuing south to the buckle of my belt. Porn video Chloe admitted that her interaction with the man had been limited; he was never that communicative with his security detail, preferring to interact with John alone. However, she had volunteered all that information. “Erin?”
“Yes, sir?”
“I thought you were gone for the night.”
“I was,” she responded, her hand sliding down the frame of the door and falling