The con-artist’s rectum burned as if it had been reamed and
scorched with a hot poker. please, Shirley? XXX “Daddy … Vince Rivers watched it all with inner amusement, sitting back in his
chair and sipping at his coffee. Lisa leaned above his face then, smiling fervently down
at him as she pressed one voluptuous white breast with its hardened
little berry-like nipple to his gasping lips. Lisa had hurt him deeply, damn her. “Damn … I don’t like to sit on deals too long.”
“I know what you mean, Frank,” Rivers replied, assuming his business
disguise. abruptly lowering his great
head to lick out with his hot, wet tongue against the naked flesh of
her soft trembling belly! Yet she couldn’t help but wonder if his huge burrowing cock hadn’t
ripped her wide open! after all, Lisa, she is your father’s
wife, and he seems to
