His cock was shorter, but thick, and uncut, the dark head peaking out of foreskin. “Yeah, you are,” Brasher panted, reaching out to grab me. XXX The leather chair creaked and my stomach sank as it leaned back. “Mmm, I’ve missed you, Fiona.” She stood just a foot away, her eyes green pools, shining with lust. She gasped once, then sighed, and snuggled against my chest. I pressed against his bulky body armor, kissing his handsome face with passion. He had a few tattoos on his thickly muscled body: a screaming skull on one upper arm, and the words ‘Indianhead’ and ‘We Serve’ on the other. I wore a micro skirt that barely covered my rear and thigh-high fishnets. I slipped the robe off, her eyes falling down to my full breasts. I pulled my hand back and stepped away. “¡Madre de dios!” Santillian breathed as he began ripping off his gear, dumping it messily to
