Angel looked down at the first aid kit, sighing with the realization that he only wanted to help. She was still an object, and he was still the client... but his concern calmed the anger from his demand. She fumbled over the button of her shorts before gently pulling them down. The scratch ran down the crevice of her inner leg. It was a tender spot, where the leg joined the rest of the body. Dante leaned close to analyze the extent of the injury. It was scabbed over, but the skin around the scab. I see her arched back enjoying the sensations and cant help leaving your cock for a bit while I slide my hands up to caress her breasts... I am fascinated with the feel and she turns to me giving full access, I knew what I liked done to me and took my time kissing sucking, teasing each breast before once again returning to your rock hard cock.Savoring the taste of your precum I work you over taking it as far as I can, drawing every bit of it inside my mouth, my hands massaging your balls,. Satin are my favourite. I thought maybe a pair of stockings would be good too. These were in the wardrobe drawer and on opening the door my eyes fell upon the lovely red and black whale boned basque that I had bought her last Christmas, which had suspender straps and was a much better option than just a belt for holding up the fishnet stockings I retrieved from the drawer. While slipping on the panties I noticed a ruby red lipstick on her bedside cabinet and decided to try some. Using her. I had forgot that my friend’s mother said she would get me a towel but I remembered when I saw her reflection in the mirror outside the door holding a towel. At first I was not sure if she was going to walk in one me so I turned away so my back was facing the shower door. Then I wondered if she could see me in the mirror. I turned around and she was still standing outside the door holding the towel with a big smile on her face. I knew she could see me in the mirror and I was wondering if she.