Recent Porn Reviews: IN THE VIP - INTHEVIP.COM stood in front of her, saying nothing, but never looking away from her angry, brown eyes as the she continued to yell and the elevator descended past the thirty-fifth floor. Tammy knew she was winning, however unfairly she was fighting. The anger that she had felt towards her husband was repossessing her powerful, tiny frame, and she no longer cared. This stupid, young shit, however right, needed an ass-kicking and she was wearing steel-toes boots.
"You don't know SHIT about SHIT, you useless FUCK! The only way you can tell if they're implants is by TOUCHING them you PRICK, and there's no way in hell you're ever going to get the chance, so you're just going to have to take my word for it that they're..." She stopped in mid-sentence, rendered temporarily speechless by a powerful feeling that something was very wrong. She felt as if someone had splashed cold water in her face. Her nearly overwhelming anger was like a red fog over reason, and she swatted at if feebly with what remained of logic, trying to clear the haze in her mind, to discover the cause of what was a sincere feeling of growing panic. As the fog in her mind dissipated, and as curiosity once again won out over anger, she assessed her surroundings. Jake was still standing in front of her, smiling smugly and evidently quite pleased with himself. The elevator had just passed the thirty-first floor and was still moving. So what was the source of the incredible fluttering in her stomach that continued to rise towards her throat and threatened to overwhelm her?
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