“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.“Ah, that’s excellent.” “I do my best,” Jennifer said, by now practically next to her boss. “I must admit I am glad to do this to someone,” she admitted, lifting off Jennifer’s top and pulling it over her head. “Actually, I never wear a bra,” Jennifer admitted as the boss circled an arm around her waist, stroking her back and sliding down to the rear of her jeans.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).Lucy is seduced by some of the team while Jo Anna finally gives in to her feelings for Shay and Hayden makes herself at home, unaware that her rival (and Mitra puppet) Ashley Benson has hospitalized her colleague/girlfriend Troian Bellisario and set her up to be arrested as part of the gang.“This is the ancient ritual known as ‘motorboating,’” she giggled, ruining the attempt to add a touch of National Geographic gravitas to their fucking.“You have beautiful legs, Miss Lawrence…” “Thank you, but call me Jennifer.” “…and if I give you a raise,” Monica continued, spreading her fingers into the hot, soaking bush between her receptionist’s thighs, “will you show them more often?As if the unsettled look on the face of the boss wasn’t enough proof. ” Ariana Grande asked Jennifer, fitting enough venom in that last word to kill an elephant. “First YOU eat ME,” she added, her hand fondling the boss’s upraised, panty-covered rear end.“I’m not her-“ “And what did I tell you about snacking on other women? “Come here.” Jennifer got off the table and went over to Ariana, stroking Monica with pride in her eyes.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
She had Monica Bellucci’s exquisite rear end in her mind all the time as she munched on Ariana, which wasn’t helping her pussy drip any less – Monica’s ass was one of those things you never forgot once you saw it. Feeling Monica’s pussy soaking her fingertips, Jennifer’s howls were muffled by Ariana’s seat; when her tongue made a quick return trip to Miss Grande’s cunt she was ecstatic to find it also definitely soaking, with a pleasantly musky taste. The gorgeous receptionist cracked a grin; round two was about to begin. She’d actually been awake for a few hours beforehand, out of bed long before her cellmate. Putting her and Blake Lively together had worked out fine for them; before lights out on the first night the blonde had admitted to Shay she was glad she’d drawn her. And she had let Blake take the top bunk for a reason – she rarely let a night go by without trying to take at least a little peek as the blonde climbed up to bed, and she never woke up without looking at the indentation in the mattress above her head.