Don’t pretend that you didn’t love what your daughter and I did to you.”
Mrs. Luckily, the protest didn’t gather any support beyond a few fringe Christian sites. I opened the door and sauntered in, confident and in control. Her fingers clenched into my rump. My breasts jiggled as they came free. “And if I don’t?”
“That footage of you and Carmelita isn’t going anywhere,” I said. My pussy clenched as the heat rushed through me. Armstrong reach behind her. Armstrong’s dress and purse. That I would be lost. Armstrong said as she hunched her shoulders. My pussy clenched. My body shuddered. This was incredible. I slipped the keycard into the door. “Ooh, I bet you wish you were sucking on my nipple, Mrs. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as she tribbed me. Armstrong whimpered and moaned. Two hours ago, Clint had sent her the security footage from the massage parlor showing the married woman kissing Carmelita, another of the masseuses.
