Try again,” he said then withdrew completely out of me. I cried out from the emptiness, wanting and needing him back inside of me. “I’m your cum...lut. I’ll do whatever the hell you want, please make me cum,” I moaned out desperately. His eyes darkened dangerously and he smirked his satisfaction. “Mmm, good girl.” With one mighty thrust I felt him impale me. My pussy grasped onto him tightly, quivering, and covering him in my juices. His balls rested against my asshole and I was overwhelmed with. He wants you.’ I kept walking to my office. ‘Tell Mr. McCartney I’ll take the next flight, post his bond, and tell him I expect him in my office tomorrow. And why are you crying?’ Paul McCartney was actually James Paul Beatie, aka, Jimmy Beetle. Heathrow was wherever the authorities were holding him. I stopped before going into my small room. ‘Why are you crying, Alice?’ ‘I love Paul McCartney.’ ‘The Beatle, not ‘the beetle’,’ I said hopefully. ‘Alex, did you and Katie buy that house?’ ‘Closed. More

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