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.
“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.
The San Francisco Seven: The Escape Written by Victor Field and TRL Starring in alphabetical order: Nina Agdal, Gemma Arterton, Troian Bellisario, Monica Bellucci, Holly Marie Combs, Ariana Grande, Scarlett Johansson, Zoe Kravitz, Jennifer Lawrence, Blake Lively, Shay Mitchell, Taylor Momsen, Hayden Panettiere, Grace Park, Jaime Pressly, Maggie Q, Emma Roberts, Roselyn Sanchez, Kate Winslet, Olivia Wilde Codes: FF, FFF, MF, MMF, con, oral, anal, catfight, mast, lact, voy We’re now in the third part of the saga, and again thanks to Rawballz for kicking it off.
Even though it should be obvious, these are all alternate universe versions of the ladies involved and what they get up to in this story is fictional and not aimed at under -18s. Evil Rhona Mitra brings together thief-turned-realtor Roselyn Sanchez, thief/killer Jaime Pressly, computer expert Grace Park, family crook Shay Mitchell, nude safecracker Emma Roberts, friend to all men Blake Lively and friend to all vehicles Megan Fox to successfully rob the San Francisco Union Bank (with a little present left behind in the bank’s computers), kidnapping TV reporter Hayden Panettiere, bank teller Jo Anna Garcia and schoolteacher Lucy Hale in the process and taking them when they split the cash and just plain split, with FBI agents Kristen Bell and Tammin Sursok (under the eye of their boss Jessica Biel) hellbent on tracking down the gang and bringing down Rhona (while Tammin is unhappy about her job, and about how Jessica’s secretary Beverley Mitchell may have more to do with the criminals than it seems).
“And check this out…” She spread open Monica’s rump, allowing her and Jennifer to look up close at her open cunt and asshole; Ariana tapped them both.
With a finger, in this case, which she poked into the higher entrance. Too bad you’ll never get to know how good it feels… From the waist up she was still covered to Jennifer’s visible disappointment, but from below she revealed two very lovely legs and an equally nice bush, which the receptionist noticed didn’t match the curtains.
” “It’s a deal,” the redhead groaned as the brunette sank to her knees and gently pushed Jennifer onto her desk, lying half on and half off with Monica between her legs, lapping away with years of practice on her side.Ariana Grande was the luckiest girl in the world to have this woman in her bed at night. It was beautiful and it was perfect, but it was also still covered. “Well-“ Monica started before wilting under Ariana’s glance as her lover flung the pouch down on the table, unintentionally missing Jennifer’s head. “I came by to drop them off, but now it looks like SOMEONE needs a lesson.” “Yes,” the Italian said meekly, starting to get up from between Jennifer’s legs. You’re right where I want you,” Ariana snapped, moving behind Monica.As her cunt somehow managed to get warmer from her boss’s lip action, Jennifer vowed to do something about that the second she got off this table… “You will get to put anything up my culo you want to…” “Not before I do.” Underling and superior both whipped heads to the door; another young woman was standing there in a coat, holding a pouch and glaring at them. “And as for you, ho, how’d you like to get head from a real expert?At least she could do something about the second one by coming in very, very early.She needed to get a jump start on work anyway; even though everyone at R. Housing had been just as stunned when the news broke about Roselyn as she had been, business was business – they hadn’t lost as many customers as feared, but it was still a bit tight.Monica believed in cycles, however, and as she got to the office entrance she knew that they would come out of this one sooner or later. ” The brunette’s mouth dropped – Roselyn Sanchez being a felon had been the biggest shock she had gotten in recent times, but Jennifer Lawrence not only being on time but actually coming in before her came a very close second.The gorgeous young receptionist had a smile as bright as her newly dyed red hair, and she was even working on transcribing a report to boot.“Just wrapping this up, and then I’ll have your first coffee of the day ready,” Jennifer continued cheerfully.“Uh…thank you,” Monica replied, walking into her office. ” Coffee and two croissants were placed gently on her desk by Jennifer, leaning forward with a smile as she did. Monica had a view down Jennifer’s top, but she knew she was talking about the coffee. “I would be lying if I said it wouldn’t help,” the boss admitted as the receptionist stood by the desk. I’m just trying to get some fluff off your top,” she said hastily, brushing the boss’s top firmly. All gone.” “There is no ‘fluff’ on my top,” the brunette told her. I don’t want any more liars in this office.” Jennifer nodded, deciding to risk it all. But there’s only ever been two women to turn me on – Kim Basinger and you.” Monica looked the receptionist over; she was looking back at her as if she had front row seats at a Jason Derulo concert.Monica’s loud gasp as the wooden sculpture travelled back and forth inside her cunt was matched by the urgency with which Jennifer grabbed Ariana’s thighs; no wonder Monica was so in thrall to this girl – being in slavery was worth it if she was able to eat such a sweet little ass sometimes. yeah…” Jennifer sighed, pulling her head back to look at how Ariana’s asshole was looking after her mouth had handled it. ” “I’m sorry, Miss Lawrence…” Monica sighed, still lying on the desk. ” Ariana asked, in between shivers of delight – she may have been a thief but the girl knew how to eat ass and pussy. “Yeah, she was.” * * * * * * * * * There were worse places for the Remy Hadley Correctional Facility for Women to be set than in the Sierra Nevada mountains; the winters weren’t that extreme, and the summers were… But a prison in paradise was still a prison, even in summer, and even on a summer morning.Jennifer’s tongue licked up and down the path between the girl’s asshole and pussy as if she couldn’t make up her mind, and honestly she really couldn’t. She’d worked on it long enough that something could pop in there without anything else required to lube it up, she’d bet – and soon she’d finally get to give Monica the treatment as she’d dreamed of ever since she joined. From behind, Jennifer felt a hand resting on her shoulder. “And I won’t call you Jennifer, because no one who steals from my company is a friend.” “I… Shay Mitchell liked being awake early in the morning; always had been, from when she was a kid. “Because you were the only one of the bunch who never came on to me,” Blake had said with a relieved smile. “Yeah, I heard…” That had been half-true; Shay was certainly in love with Emma Roberts, but both she and Emma had no problems at all with sleeping with other women.