NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC WAS NEVER LIKE THIS!African beauty queenWith topknot,Braids,And breastsAkimbo,Stretched and swingingFar leftUpon her chocolate che...t,Behind her:An azure skyWithout a hut or frond in sight:National Geographic was never like this!BALLOONINGBreasts pressedAnd flattenedAgainst a glass tabletopLoom largeAbove the carpet,Nipples become pink-brown ovals.I wait in my place.Upon the floor.For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons. There was a large working desk with a computer and phone and a comfortable leather high-back chair dominating one corner of the office, while the massage table stood off on the other side, a large padded and hinged affair with a metal cabinet beside it.Dorothy (he reminded himself of her name) rose from her desk as he walked in and crossed to shake his hand. She was a smallish woman in a white starched blouse, with dark eyes and brown hair in a pageboy cut. She came up only to Bob's forehead,. I open my mouth wide and take as much of your skin in my mouth as I can and suck gently on it, one side first, then the other. I can feel how engorged your lips are becoming as I massage them with my lips and tongue.I reach up with my hands to your breasts and as I continue giving my face to your pussy, I play with both of your nipples with each of my hands. Rubbing them and twisting them however you like, gently or roughly, as you prefer, in rhythm with my pussy licking.It is time for my. They dried a little before they went to bed, but since they liked seeing me in my cheerleader’s outfit, and were behaving better, I left it on. I must have fallen asleep; do you know what time it is?"Michael looked down at his watch. "Almost eleven." He looked back up. "Sorry, I'm late."Jackie smiled, and then looked around the living room. She got off the couch. "That's okay. I'm going to go check on my clothes."Michael nodded and took a seat on the couch as Jackie left the living room. He lay.