Ebony Big Ass Spreads Her Legs Wild Open as I Dig in Low and Gentle Missionary

If I find out you had anything to do with Amanda

and Mike Randover disappearing,

you're gonna need more men.

I have no clue what you're going on about.

Now I know you got a lot swirled around that skull of yours,

but it doesn't have to be this way.

We always had each other's backs, remember?

Now, let's go in the office and talk about saving souls.

I've told you before.

No, it's over.

That's your decision.

That's the wrong decision.

But yours.

Excuse me.

Last chance.

Where are they?

We're the FBI.

We don't involve ourselves in any domestic disputes.

He touches the car, I hear it.

Shoot him.

We run that and tomorrow we get a simple logical

explanation, we have no proof to refute it.

Or corrupt FBI agents.

Oh, yes, and then there's that.

Fine, you have more proof, I'll just call the FBI

and ask for an interview with the asshole that killed Dusty.

Mira, I know this is frustrating, but what we need

is an actual living person who can help tell the story.

Someone with specifics that could fill in the basics.

The who, the what, the when.

And if we're lucky, the why.

The why is obvious.

Obvious to you isn't good enough.

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