" Then afterwards as she took stock ofMockie's finger coated with Puddin's saliva and a hint of bar-b-quesauce she quietly said, "Hold your place litt...e sis." her tone droppedlower. "your pleasure comes from pleasing Puddin." she finished off ahushed voice.After chewing the chicken finger to mush the Joker held that in hismouth and swallowed a good portion; but left tangy tidbits resting onhis tongue. With a turn of his ghostly face he turned towards Harleyand nodded ever so slightly. Harley. “Miss Sharmekia, explain how you’d solve the problem?”Sharmekia was not going to be a Rhodes scholar, that is, unless they opened up the applications to aspiring backup hoochy dancers in a rap video. At fourteen, she affected as much ghetto style as she could get away with and still get in through the front door of school.Of itself, I have no problem with how somebody wants to present an image. Heaven knows, we have a spectrum from Sharmekia through aspiring pole dancers to cheerleaders to the. I waited in the lobby, playing games on my phone and reading the news, for the next hour or so. When I saw my wife come off the elevator, she looked like she had been fucked hard. Her hair was messy and she was walking slower than usual, but the look on her face told me she definitely had fun. Naturally, on the drive home, she gave me the details:"Tony’s (the older man) cock was already hard by the time you left the room and I went down on him. He was decently groomed and you could tell he. She looked at the two of them in the mirror, and she wrapped her soft fingers around his cock. She began stroking him slowly, watching him react to her. He looked down at her hand. ‘Don’t look down, honey, just watch the two of us.’ He looked forward into the mirror, her hand hard at work on his cock. She wrapped her arm around his waist, and he put his arm around her, holding her shoulder. She kissed his chest as she stroked him and her hair fell all around him, tickling his stomach. She.