Julian Pryde was not a man you wanted to cross. He ran the largest underground drug empire in all of New York City and was very rich and extremely powerful.
Leaving all their clothes in the living room, Watson and Chelsea made their way to Chelsea’s bedroom. As Chelsea pulled Watson through the apartment, he stared at her ass and noticed her own juices dripping down her leg from the orgasim she had given herself. His cum was covering her chest and tits where he had shot his load all over her. The thought that Chelsea wanted to continue what they were doing before cleaning herself off turned Watson on so much that even though he just came, he was already hard.
Feeling groggy, Rachel yawned as she opened her eyes. She wasn’t sure what time it was or how long she had been asleep for. All she knew was Tristan had fucked her 3 more times before they both passed out.
Missy St. Peters 85th birthday celebration had gone completely and 100% according to plan. Dinner was perfect and delicious, the speeches from her children and grandchildren were beautiful and Missy was having a lovely time.
Emptying her gym bag for a third time, Riley muttered “fuck” under her breath as she realized she forgot to pack a bra.
