Mamada en restaurante

Amanda couldn’t help but eye James’s body critically as he fiddled with the camera, setting it up to capture her in the most flattering angles. Remember, your business is at stake.” He knew that this awful task would completely push her bitchy buttons. She could feel him growing harder, his breathing becoming more erratic. Jake heard his mother sighing and complaining to herself. A simple round table and a copying machine filled the room. The group of nerds flinched as one, their eyes darting around to see if anyone had noticed. She mashed their lips together in a brutal display of power, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth like a conqueror claiming territory. “We have filming to do, you’re not going anywhere,” James sneered, his yellow teeth bared in a grin that was more of a snarl. Kassie had lead them to one of the tiny rooms, used for the special education kids. James’s eyes were wild, his chest heaving with lust. Her eyes began to water, her nose running as she struggled to breathe.