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INAPPROPRIATE ERECTION (4)

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"'HeyheyheyHEY!", FBI Director Matthew Weitz yells, bouncing his closed fist (just to get her attention, mind)
you) off the top of his auburn-haired ex-wife's head. "TEETH, you idiot!"

She mumbles something, which is iinaudible due to the big male member occupying he oral cavity. Adonia gets her revenge a
DIFFERENT WAY-she rakes the hard, red tines of her finger nails down his thigh, smirking around his rigid cock when he yelps in pain.

"What the FUCK??!"

The Greek Goddess ceases her voracious sucking long enough to shout back, "I have TOLD YOU MANY TIMES; WELL OVER ONE
THOUSAND TIMES- DON'T HIT MY HEAD! I DON'T LIKE IT, YOU SHIT!

...Now I can continue, or not, as you wish."

"Ahhhhh...continue!" (OF COURSE!)

Checking his wristwatch, Weitz decides that if he's going to make it back to his office in time for his conference call, he'll need to end this really
excellent blowjob NOW if he's going to be able to work-in an ass-fuck before he has to leave.

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PATTERSON, AT LUNCH WITH TASHA ZAPATA AND JANE

P: Tasha, if he's stopping by your house, following you home from bars...you've gotta put a stop to it.

J: She's right, Zapata...100%...how did READE react? You DID tell him, right?

Z: He didn't seem upset; we did it before going to sleep. He seems okay....WHY? have you noticed something?

P: Not to ME. Jane?

J: I'm gonna be straight with you, because I respect...he seems a little...off. From what I see...but YOU know him better than I.

Z: What should I do? He's the fucking DIRECTOR.

P: You need something 'on' him-LEVERAGE.

Z: (voice lowered) I have some leverage.

J: Shit! Spill, Bitch!

Z: :LATER...when we're less public. We have to get back, anyway.

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Matthew Weitz, his bloated male member buried DEEP in his ex's entrails, wonders to himself how in the Wide World of Sports he
allowed this BEAUTIFUL, ULTRA-SENSUAL, VOLUPTUOUS, EXOTIC Greek beauty to divorce him...Ohhh, RIGHT...his incessant
PHILANDERING!...

Concentrating on the task at hand, he uses her big hips as levers, controlling the pace, thrusting deep and hard; Apolonia is well accustomed
to rough sex...her breathing becomes heavier as her excitement increases; she refuses, though, to make any other sound-from past experience,
the tinest grunt or groan will inspire him to REALLY DIG IN to her shop-worn butthole.

The ache in his balls is more pronounced by the minute, and he increases the pace and depth of his fucking...the heat of her interior ass, and her tightly
clasping rectal muscles, are an unbeatable combination, and combine to send him into orbit...After a shower, he kisses her goodbye and jogs down
to waiting phalanx of black SUVs waiting at the curb.