“Bring it you fucking gutter trash2nd rate gangster” she snarled
She knew she would be making things worse for herself but there was no way she would give him the satisfaction he wanted
Hardcore Pauzudo. .
. Perkins, I'm here to help you celebrate!!!" "I'm really too tired for much celebrating," Ellyn replied quickly, "and by the way, how did you get into my office, I'm pretty sure you don't have a key!?!" "No, I don't," the busty dark haired beauty replied as she popped the cork on a bottle of champagne, "but Mr. Perkins," Eilene Branson said as she was taking another call from her receptionist's desk, "that was a big one, wasn't it!?!" "Thank's, Eilene," Ellyn replied, "and yes, it was a very big one, do you have any messages for me!?!" "Just one," the receptionist replied as she handed her a slip of paper with a phone number scribbled on it, and oh yes, Mr
“Bring it you fucking gutter trash2nd rate gangster” she snarled
She knew she would be making things worse for herself but there was no way she would give him the satisfaction he wanted
Hardcore Pauzudo. .
. Perkins, I'm here to help you celebrate!!!" "I'm really too tired for much celebrating," Ellyn replied quickly, "and by the way, how did you get into my office, I'm pretty sure you don't have a key!?!" "No, I don't," the busty dark haired beauty replied as she popped the cork on a bottle of champagne, "but Mr. Perkins," Eilene Branson said as she was taking another call from her receptionist's desk, "that was a big one, wasn't it!?!" "Thank's, Eilene," Ellyn replied, "and yes, it was a very big one, do you have any messages for me!?!" "Just one," the receptionist replied as she handed her a slip of paper with a phone number scribbled on it, and oh yes, Mr
“Bring it you fucking gutter trash2nd rate gangster” she snarled
She knew she would be making things worse for herself but there was no way she would give him the satisfaction he wanted
Hardcore Pauzudo. .
. Perkins, I'm here to help you celebrate!!!" "I'm really too tired for much celebrating," Ellyn replied quickly, "and by the way, how did you get into my office, I'm pretty sure you don't have a key!?!" "No, I don't," the busty dark haired beauty replied as she popped the cork on a bottle of champagne, "but Mr. Perkins," Eilene Branson said as she was taking another call from her receptionist's desk, "that was a big one, wasn't it!?!" "Thank's, Eilene," Ellyn replied, "and yes, it was a very big one, do you have any messages for me!?!" "Just one," the receptionist replied as she handed her a slip of paper with a phone number scribbled on it, and oh yes, Mr