If Alexandra fucking machine had looked good in her tight machines-fitting power suit earlier, now she looked fucking machine absolutely scrumptious in an emerald green gown clung to fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines every one of fucking machine her many curves. A slit almost to her crotch displayed acres of fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines soft tanned flesh. Her fucking machine hair, piled high on her head seemed blond now rather than silver. Her matching heels made her almost as machines tall as I fucking and machines brought the roundness of her breasts within easy machine reach. She smiled girls as she watched me gape. "Welcome, again fucking machine, Captain Knight."

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"Oh, you have girls and will. You are going fucking to sink into bed with me tonight and let me fuck you until your brilliant mind is the fucking consistency of warm hash. I intend to make you want sex so bad you can't control yourself. And for fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines that I don't need machine anything but my body. It is my own fucking big fucking breasts, curvy hips, and teasing eyes, not chemicals that will lure you fucking into my fucking bed, David."

"No?" she smirked. "Are you really NOT fucking thinking about holding me in your arms, darling, cupping these knockers in your hands, fondling and kissing them until they are hard with arousal? I think you are, fighting the urge put your hands fucking on my breasts to tweak my nipples, to suck them until they girls stand up and beg fucking machine for more. But girls you don't control your fucking desires machines, David fucking; I do."

Her silk-clad crotch was inches from my eyes. I fought fucking the urge, but the rank warm smell of fucking her womanhood enveloped me like an erotic fog. Her voice was soft fucking machine and far away. "It machine's my pussy, darling. Go ahead, she's going to fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines be your fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines new mistress. Worship her," she fucking ordered. "Don't just look and fucking sniff. Pull down my panties, honey machine; you know what to girls do."

How long she had me continue -- minutes or hours -- I don't know. Loosing myself in fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines her cunt was heaven fucking. But eventually came the expulsion from paradise. "I think you've had enough fucking pussy loving, darling. Now I join have fucking something even better fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines for you," I heard her say at fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines last. She stood me up and, smiling, nudged fucking me, tottering, toward the bed. "That took fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines the Mickey out of fucking you, didn't girls it Captain? Nothing like eating pussy to machines get fucking a man in the mood getting laid. Now you won't machines give fucking machine me any fucking machine trouble machine. You are ready fucking to be bedded and fucked. You're nice and high on quim, aren't you?"