“You like older women, I take it.” “Only the hot kind,” Jennifer laughed, freeing Monica’s exquisite boobs and rubbing and squeezing them with delight.
She rubbed her own rack against them, happy to hear her boss sighing when their nipples touched, before licking each of Monica Bellucci’s generous breasts.
“Ariana doesn’t like me to go first.” Monica smiled in delight on seeing Jennifer Lawrence’s breasts; bouncy, nice and perky, not unlike their owner. “I never wear panties either.” It might have been coincidence that Monica’s hand cupped Jennifer’s ass tighter than either of them had expected, but it certainly wasn’t the reason Miss Bellucci immediately unbuckled the young woman’s jeans as Jennifer finally brought herself to touch her boss. Jennifer moaned as she felt Monica’s warm skin, finding the zipper at the back of her dress and pulling it down; within moments it slipped off her body and landed on the carpet along with Jennifer’s legwear, leaving the receptionist completely naked while Monica’s black, lacy lingerie retained what she laughingly called her modesty. ” Monica murmured, kissing Jennifer’s neck and shoulderblades as the young woman felt her breasts.
Pleased that the boss hadn’t moved an inch, Ariana picked it up and licked it all over; she figured that she might as well lube it up a little this time. ” the older officer asked, both she and her friend doing a perfect job of ignoring the fanservice. “And if this was a mistake, why didn’t you come forward to your boss? Not for the first time, Jennifer wished she had the son or daughter of a bitch who had framed her right next to her – sometimes she imagined she’d be back in jail for murder, but at least this time she would definitely have done it. She sounds fun,” the blowsy blonde on the bunk above her said with a grin.
Ariana might have slid the Indian into Monica’s lovely tight cheeks at the same time as Jennifer’s tongue touched the newcomer’s rear entrance, but if not it was close enough to make no difference. ” “Then how’d the 800 grand from RM Housing’s account end up in yours? ” “BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS HER MONEY, YOU FUCKING MORON! “Yeah,” Jennifer told Denise Welch, her cellmate for the past six months.
Jennifer peered behind her to watch the boss walk in; she never got over how Monica couldn’t help sashaying around the place even when she wasn’t trying. Inside, Monica sat down to get her head into the game for the day; she would have to call back a couple of clients as soon as official opening hours started, and then she’d have to think about whether or not to look for another partner; the face of the business she may have been, but there were some people who Roselyn could handle better than her. “It’s been six months, and I still can’t believe she did that…” “None of us can,” Jennifer said, edging a little closer. “I did have work to catch up on, but that’s not the main reason I came in early – the main reason is… “Did you want a raise so badly you had to get me first thing in the morning? The smile on her face was bordering on hunger, and if Monica had looked closer at Jennifer’s top she’d have seen two little bumps signalling erect and ready nipples.
“But look on the bright side – she never robbed us.” “That’s something,” Monica admitted, sipping her coffee. ” “It’s nothing to do with money,” Jennifer told her, trying to keep her hands from going through Monica’s jet black hair. “This is never going to happen again,” she told Jennifer, getting to her feet, “so cherish every moment of it.” San Francisco could have been powered for a week on the light shining in Jennifer’s eyes as Monica, after coming in to kiss the girl, rested her hands on the receptionist’s shoulders and lightly ran them along her arms and down to the edge of her top.