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It helped that most of the time I was getting a good look at something - her frame grew on me, as if getting to know her made her body more beautiful by itself. A nice shapely ass encouraged constantly by her choice of clothing, a bust that left nothing to be desired. But I was an overachiever - I desired nonetheless. The real sell for me became the eyes. I couldn’t quite see them at first, but as soon as I knew Clara had caught my attention, I knew I amateur had to see her eyes. And I had the perfect tools to do so. Enhance. Enhance. With a zoomed-in camera, her deep hazel eyes penetrated my soul for one fleeting moment when she turned around in her chair. There was a certain something to her look - a longing. A desire. A lust. I had picked my fascination well - Clara had the power to seduce with just her eyes. She was practically a gift - perhaps even a god-given reason for me to be here. I now had an excuse to come to work. Excuses became reasons, reasons became objectives, objectives became my focus. Pattern recognition played in heavily here. I began to number the Claras that I saw. Clara #1 was the Clara I saw at work. But then there was Clara #2, The Clara who was just off work, doggystyle exhilarated to get out of the chair, stretch, and leave her cubicle. For a while, the bouncing between Clara #1 and Clara #2 became my pastime, my favorite show. On a very special episode, I got to see Clara #3, the Clara that got angry when her computer started acting up. I almost got out of my chair in surprise, in response to seeing the new Clara. Clara was no longer a show, she was her own person with feelings and aspirations. Sonder, they call it. Look it up. The more I saw Clara #3, the more I wanted her out of the way to make room for Clara #2, the happy Clara. I wanted to be the one there for Clara. But I wasn’t stupid, I was never stupid. I was invisible to Clara, all three of them. I was the eye in the sky, and Clara only looked towards her screen, just as I did. I needed pov to escape my position over Clara more than she needed to escape her position under me, trapped in a prison of security where I can oral see her but she can’t see me. Panopticon, they call it. Look it up. I needed to find a way to worm my way in, to become an active part of Clara’s life instead of a passive one, to become Hardcore a player rather than a spectator. I was sick of cheering from the bleachers, I wanted to get on the field myself and show the crowd what I had in me. I just went in and closed the door. Our inventory of explosives would be further enhanced through the acquisition of one thousand pounds of the binary explosive mixture used for exploding targets. The excitement surged pov through me. My purr rumbled louder in my throat. “Oh yeahhhh,” Mrs. Fattorusso moaned. Mark continued to kiss me, moving his other hand onto my thigh, slowly rubbing small circles as he moved his hand farther and farther toward my wet pussy. doggystyle But I better get up to bed now” she said. “I'm a virgin daddy. “hey there sexy I see you've been looking at me for a bit” the next thing he was shocked when she started speaking with her very sexy white girl voice. As I was coming down from my own orgasmic high, I quickly became aware that Henry and Rico seemed thrilled and extremely amused by the fact that Sally was "peeing" all over herself, and me, and the floor, between her spread oral legs. “Still, I can dream, can’t I?” 5. You will be disqualified Hardcore if you shout “STOP” 3 times in quick succession. I had installed a 383 stroker Chevrolet v-8 with port injection and a five speed manual tranny with a 4:56 locker rear end. “Lift your ass up!” The gangster ordered amateur her, Ava complied.