A thousand thoughts ran through Michael's mind as he was pulled back up and Cleopatra pulled his chest against his. His eyes went down into the valley of her cleavage. Oh god, I lose a mummy, and now I'm going to be raped! He silently cursed himself for getting hard, feeling Cleopatra's massive tits pressed to him.<br/><br/><br/>He couldn't help but to moan against her lips and around her tongue, his eyes wide in silent surprise. Michael felt himself weak, unable to resist her, and fell back into the chair. With his hands planted on her ass, the last shreds of resistant thought melted away. He kneaded the flesh of her ass, squeezing it between his fingers.<br/><br/><br/>Gods above and below, Cleopatra's ass was the best he'd ever laid hands on. He pulled her tighter against him, his cock already painfully hard within his olive slacks, which felt far too tight suddenly. One of his hands left her behind, reaching between them to try and unbuckle his belt and open his pants.