”I frowned in thought for a moment, and then I nodded. “Most women don’t want to live on a ranch in Montana.”“Exactly, and there’s rich, a...d then there’s merely wealthy.” He smiled at my obvious confusion. “The ranch is just under seventeen thousand acres, and we have all the mineral rights, too. Between ranching, agriculture, other businesses, and the oil leases, we bring in about three million per year. Most of that money goes into the family trust, and another chunk is used to maintain. She lowered her face onto him and took him in her painted mouth, sucking him in deep into her throat. After a couple of deep sucks she swirled her tongue around the top of his glans."Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...." He moaned.Now bobbing her head up and down on him with a passion she KNEW she shouldn't feel, she felt his own hands on her sides, attempting to move her. He was trying to get her to put her pantie clad pussy in his face. She moved over him on the bed, her knees now on either side of his chest.. . cunt and my butthole.” She replied as she pulled her legs up further.“What else do you want?” He asked as he used his phone to take pictures of her.“I want you to lick my asshole like you did in the theatre last night. I want to go back there.”He groaned as he pushed his tongue up against her pucker and began to lick her. He watched the way she moved her abdomen each time he pushed his tongue up in her, grinding against his tongue. He listened to her groan and hiss. He’d take her back. She could see suited men scuttling off to work, Range Rovers and Nissans sweeping around the central square taking their owners to important business meetings. Shop owners - the market square was dominated by small tea shops and the kind of quaint trinket shops that looked pretty but didn’t sell anything that anything would want to buy - arrived wearily, unlocking their doors and disappearing from view.The alleyway connected the market square to the Black Swan, an ancient coaching inn that once.
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