Brazzers – Лола Беллуччи – Дрочит во время пробежки.

Brazzers – Лола Беллуччи – Дрочит во время пробежки.

“How old—”

“Fucktard!” one of the guys at the small table shouted and kicked it so hard that pieces flew through the air and rained on the hardwood floors. Quentin Gerrard.”

“Oh,” I said, trying to process that information. “I don’t think there’s any surveillance security on the premises. “Might want to let Chloe and John do their job first, boss.”

I was itching to move into the room and start searching. I had a brother, and he was inside that house only a couple hundred feet away. “Natalie?” I asked. “It’s pretty iron-clad. “How old—”

“Fucktard!” one of the guys at the small table shouted and kicked it so hard that pieces flew through the air and rained on the hardwood floors. “Hey.”

Natalie kissed him back, but—unable to take her eyes off me—it was a distracted reciprocation. So was everyone else. Natalie blinked as she stared back at me through the doorway, looking as stunning as she did confused. That’s right! Marcus, right?” He asked, approaching us. “Hey.”

Natalie kissed him back, but—unable to take her eyes off me—it was a distracted reciprocation. He began unstoppering it, giving Chloe a look that dared him to try and stop him. Perhaps they were just lazy or indifferent. “Fuck,” I said and started to move into the office. “You don’t know that,” she pushed back and glanced at Helen. Her voice was a little deeper than average for a woman but not unpleasant. This guy’s the new guy! What’s his name!?”

The shaggy-haired man glanced at me and gave me a brief once-over before leaning away from us and whistling.