“Don’t stop fucking me!” my wife gasped. Xxnx Security is collecting your personal belongings from your desk. I pulled on the rubber gloves and safety goggles, grabbed a test tube and stopper, and searched the shelves for the bottle of phosphate-3-fluoride-2-benzoid. Then, feeling bold, I grabbed another two test tubes, filled them, and slipped them into my lab coat’s pocket. And since BT wanted no part of my work, they would miss out on the fortunes I would reap. But I knew I had been close to perfecting my formula. “I love being fucked as a bimbo.”
“Oh, yes!” Frank groaned, his cock hammering into my depths. It was almost like we were newlyweds again. Let’s go fuck.”
Frank groaned as I stroked his dick through his slacks while his hands played with my new tits.
