Emily Bett Rickards Ass Novels & Stories

She was still standing there, looking scared. "Now it's your turn," Ricardo said to her. Emma nodded, but she looked like she might cry. "Remember what I said about using your huge boobs on my cock?" Ricardo asked. Emma nodded and smiled. Ricardo could tell she was faking it, but he didn't care. "Get on your knees and put my cock between your breasts," he ordered her. Emma did what he said. Ricardo stepped closer to her, putting his cock between her big breasts. Then, he grabbed her hair and pushed her breasts around his cock. He started to thrust between them.

“That little girl… has grown this much.” Ricky stood in front of the mirror, wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He deliberately chose casual clothes without any formal impression, even letting his hair stay slightly messy. At a glance, no one would guess this man was almost 30 years old. After making sure his face wasn’t too noticeable, Ricky grabbed his car keys and left without speaking to Kelly. In the car, he looked at his phone screen again—the information from his assistant was displayed. [Location detected — Queen Elisabeth Mall. Owned by the grand lady, Elena Whitmore. Olivia detected entering the clothing boutique area on the second floor.]

“Perhaps.” Footsteps echoed from the hallway. Heavy. Unhurried. A man entered the room. He was taller than Emily expected. Dark hair. Sharp jaw. Expensive suit worn carelessly. Billy Richardson. His eyes were not warm. He stopped when he saw her. “And who is this?” he asked. “Interview candidate,” Serena replied smoothly. “Archival assistant.” Billy stepped closer. Too close. Emily did not step back. “You look familiar,” he said. “I don’t think we’ve met.”