"Oh, yes, of course - I'm afraid we stayed up a bit late, but I'm quite sure she's alright." He thinks, anyway, since she's said she's okay? But he worried they'd been too rough with her!! Still it's not like he's going to tell her boss that! "If she starts showing signs of cold, I'll be sure to take care of her."
Her eyes flutter closed as he talks down the calmer lady on the other end. She feels over herself cautiously, biting her lip as a trickle of more come drips from her cunt to his fine floor-- drawing her thighs apart.
"I won't ask what your intentions are, I'm not her mother." Veronica is definitely cooling off to joke like that. Paloma crawls gingerly toward bed, climbing up and onto the bed sheets to collapse face-down.
"--N-nothing untoward, we were up late as we were watching a movie!" She might be joking but he sure can't tell the difference, or else he doesn't care. "I'll be sure not to keep her from you..."
From the mattress of sin, with semen wet on her cunt lips and his brother enjoying a post-sex cigarette, Paloma winces at 'nothing untoward'.
The voice in Jekyll's ear is too reserved for hinting at doubt. It wears professionalism like a second skin. "Don't feel like you have to rush. She's never asked me for the night off before."
"I'll just have to steal her again when I can. Sorry to have worried you." But he doesnt want to give her up just yet, especially after what they just did, so he certainly won't be rushing. "I'll drop her off in a little while."
By the time he looks to pass the phone back, somebody's got their arm around her waist and pulled her close.
The cold bucket of water from phoning her boss nixed all fantasies of more sex, more nasty experimentation... but being drawn into Hyde's front, stretching there and taking inventory of her aches, that's permitted. Her face is hidden in his neck and their legs crisscross.
Paloma mumbles and Veronica intuitively guesses the extended silence is because her intern doesn't need to be spoken to. "By three at the latest- thank you."
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"I won't ask what your intentions are, I'm not her mother." Veronica is definitely cooling off to joke like that. Paloma crawls gingerly toward bed, climbing up and onto the bed sheets to collapse face-down.
"I do need her back today, though."
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The voice in Jekyll's ear is too reserved for hinting at doubt. It wears professionalism like a second skin. "Don't feel like you have to rush. She's never asked me for the night off before."
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By the time he looks to pass the phone back, somebody's got their arm around her waist and pulled her close.
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Paloma mumbles and Veronica intuitively guesses the extended silence is because her intern doesn't need to be spoken to. "By three at the latest- thank you."
Click! Freedom.