"Oh my God." Mum said.
Jim turned his attention back to Head. The old guy had the blonde shoved right over the photocopier, her big t**s squashed against the glass. He'd ripped her blouse open, the t**s were free, although Jim could only see their round side. She was shaking with the force of Head's f*****g, shrieking with pleasure. As he watched the blonde grabbed her own ass cheeks and pulled them apart, screaming happily.
"Oh Mr Head! Oh make me come!"
Jim's d**k throbbed in the sheath of Candy's breasts as he saw a torrent of fluid spill down Head's hairy legs and splatter all over the carpet. He couldn't believe that tiny d**k had gotten her off so much. She was coming and coming, the rushes of juice spraying over the old guy's crotch in bursts.
"Did she come, Jim?" Candy asked. "
