Fucking with girlfriend all night in rented room The impact was like a sledgehammer to a piñata, folding him over with a wheeze. He watched her, his own eyes filled with a twisted satisfaction. She held up her mobile phone, the sleek device a stark contrast to the dingy room. Sommer’s email was more daring and explicit. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. She could taste the stale coffee and some cinnamon on his breath, and she had to fight the urge to gag. “You’ll pay for that,” he growled, his eyes dark with a rage that she had never seen. He juggled three emails simultaneously, each one a carefully crafted piece of his sick and demented plan of blackmail. James, his stubby fingers trembling with excitement, began to explore her body as if he were discovering the lost city of Atlantis. “I can’t do it,” Amanda whined to herself. But she kept going, her mouth moving faster and faster, her tongue sliding along his length. But James was too lost in his newfound power to care. “We have filming to do, you’re not going anywhere,” James sneered, his yellow teeth bared in a grin that was more of a snarl. “I can’t do it,” Amanda whined to herself. Amanda couldn’t help but eye James’s body critically as he fiddled with the camera, setting it up to capture her in the most flattering angles.
