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She guided his hands to roam freely over her body, feeling him reach inside her dress to manhandle one of her breasts at the same time as he stepped in between her legs, his thigh rubbing at just the right angle to send shuddering waves of ecstacy through her.... Kayla sunk two fingers into her now-slick tits opening, as these images replayed over and over in her head. Bobbing her fingers in and out of her lubricated cunt, she felt an inexorable pressure beginning to build, as she... ...barely heard the sound of the entrance to the women's toilet open. She whipped her hand up to hold her mouth shut, barely muting the loud moan that would give away what she was doing to the hapless woman that had walked in. Fucking bitch. Her eyes came back into focus as she was forced out of her reverie to reality. She could feel the pulsing of her loins, tempting her to finish, aching for release, letting her in no uncertain terms know how close she was and how good it would feel if she just slipped her fingers inside her soaked panties one more time... But big no. Her better judgment found its opportunity to reassert itself as she quickly cleaned herself up as best she could and stumbled out of the cubicle. She glanced at her reflection as she washed her hands, seeing the blush in her cheeks and the still glazed residues of pleasure in her eyes. Reaching into her bag, Kayla expertly reapplied her makeup from where her fingers had smudged her lipstick. She gave herself one final look, and saw that she had re-buttoned her shirt in the wrong places, parts of her bra clearly visible. Gulping, she quickly re-adjusted her buttons and scurried out of the bathroom back to her seat. She checked her watch. 1:20. Damnit. Sure enough, a withering look from Papa Gram was immediately thrown her way as she sat down at her computer. She poked her head nervously over her monitor to peek Hardcore at Jordan, but he was typing away at a letter with his headphones on, oblivious to the rest of the world. Phew. Nobody noticed anything. She checked her emails. Hmm, reply from the nice lady confirming her health insurance, a confirmation that she was good to proceed with the next step of the Johnson file, and a single message from Jordan, titled "One question, answered honestly, as per agreement at lunch.". teen She paused for a moment, twirling her finger around a lock of her hair nervously as she double clicked the email. Her eyes widened into kayla-shaped saucers as she gulped, seeing the single line of text of the email. She shot a glance left and then right, not quite believing what was in front of her. "You were gone for a while, Kayla. What were you doing in the bathroom for so long?" ...FUCK, Kayla thought. END OF PART 1. Chapter Twelve PRESTIRA Yavara was in good spirits, having gotten the message this morning that both Brock and Elena were alive and well. From what little Zander had risked putting on the parchment, I gathered that he’d set plans in motion for finding a Froktora. I liked Brock, truly I did, and the Terdini were renowned for their strength and size, but they were just too small a clan. The Protaki were the largest tribe in The Pines, but even they small paled in numbers compared to the hordes of The Tundra. The ten tribes of The Tundra (aptly named ‘The Ten’ since orcs are so fucking creative) would be outraged if anyone other than one of their own was named Froktora. Even then, their hatred for each other ran so deeply that simply naming one of them a candidate might spark a war. Still, that was better than outright rejection, which is what I feared Yavara would get if she presented Brock to the Ten. A war could be ended swiftly with a few key deaths, but political embarrassment lasted a lifetime. So, he decided to offer her some sausage again and she smiled and invited him over for a very brief encounter. Then, he knelt between her outstretched legs and touched his cock to Kristin's panties! As she did, one tits cockroach crawled quickly out of her pussy and up to her stomach tickling her a little. Impatiently, Patty grasped his cock-shaft and directed the fat cock-knob into her grateful pussy. Buns." I AM CUMMING SO HARD, CAN YOU FEEL ME CUMMING ON YOUR COCK, YOUR BEAUTIFUL COCK,” She says as her body shakes on top of me. When she didn’t give me enough time to answer her when she asked me if she could take my boxers off, and the look on her face that entire time. With my nod of approval, she once again lowered her head and this time she stuck her tongue out as Hardcore she small swallowed me. She was taking as much of me into her throat as she could. Jen was pale skinned with pretty enough features, had a nice set on her big in front, but it was the big ass/flat tummy that was really teen the main feature. He then proceeded to pour 14 glasses distributing them to the ladies first then the men.