Mrs. Jessica Long

Daniel Carter was in the corner of the room, puffing out the smoke of his cigarette. He watched as the man's bodyguard left the room and slammed the door behind him.

Dropping the half-burned cigarette into a small ceramic, his eyelids twitched and his lips curled into a puckish smile.

He stood up and walked towards the half-naked Kayla, who was lying on the bed, oblivious to her condition.

He couldn't take his eyes off her red panties and brassiere, and his dick prodded his trouser violently, looking for a way to escape and pounce on Kayla.

Absent-mindedly, he touched her stomach and trailed it down to her panties. He fiddled with her panties and was about to proceed when he jolted out of his lustful act.

He hissed and dashed into the bathroom. Without removing his clothes, he turned the cold water on his head, trying to cool his already ignited junior.

"Fuck!" He cussed under the shower.

With Kayla, he was ready to do anything. He couldn't believe he was the same man who saw an o