“I’m A Nympho. Case Closed!”

Stephanie Stalls is spending the afternoon with her divorce lawyer to talk about her upcoming case. She is wearing a low-cut top that brandishes her whopping confirmation. Her lawyer doesn’t seem too interested in these exhibits. There is a problem brewing and her lawyer is not glad about it. He throws a folder on the table. “You said me u were telling the truth since day one. Now, your husband’s attorney hands me this.” That guy points at the folder. “There’s no way the jury is gonna make no doubt of u now so you can cut the action!” Shocked, Stephanie looks at the contents of the folder. Anger lights up her eyes. It is dark-skinned & white images of Stephanie in the street with different dudes. Surveilance fotos. “That rectal hole! That dude had someone pursue me? I should have known,” his super-busty client groans. “You know this chab is cheated on me a million times. What the hell was I supposed to do? Now he’s got pictures of me walking into a hotel with one stud and….” “One boy?” interrupts the lawyer. “One buck? We have got five different men here. One after another and who knows how many others.” Stephanie gets even angrier. “Okay, ok! I acquire the point. So what? Am I not getting everything on this settlement? Can not you tell ’em I’m a miniature town beauty and he took advantage of me?” “Small city hotty?” the lawyer huffs. “Yah! I’m from Kentucky, motherfucky! Just tell them I’ve a problem. I’m a nymphomaniac and I have an addiction.” “I’m sorry but I’m not buying your story,” he interrupts afresh. “Nympho? How am I supposed to convince the judge of that? What, are u going to have sex with the complete jury?” “If that is what it takes, then I’ll do what I have to,” insists Stephanie, standing up. “But if I don’t convince u, you can’t convince them! I adore engulfing wang. I’m a banging junkie. I’m sex insane and I need it all the time. I’m a fuckin’ nympho. I wish your pecker.” Stephanie grabs his junk and starts to unzip him. “Stephanie, what are you doing?” that man demands. “Oh yep, I crave this,” Stephanie says, a needy tone in her voice, a hard gleam in her eyes. “I desire your cock in my muff. Right now. And you’re going to give it to me.” The lawyer takes a unfathomable breath and stops resisting. “Convince me,” this chab says. “I can definitely do that,” Stephanie says, quickly unzipping his fly and taking his unbending wang without his trousers, the merely part of him not resisting. “You’re nutty.” Stephanie doesn’t answer. She’s likewise occupied slobbering over his wood. What the hell. There are perks to being a lawyer. Screwing astronomical breasted slut-wives is one of ’em. They adjourn to the couch so Stephanie can lay back and start throating his shaft of justice. This is one lawyer who is indeed plan to have enjoyment handling his client, skillful boner, whether this chab admits it or not.

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