Finding shes not wearing anything under neath as she said.. had a feeling not to wear them... i slide my hand up her inner thighs. her pussy was soaki...g wet as i cupped her pussy in my hand..i slid my index finger in and curved it. as i fingered her slowly at first. her pussy being tight as always. i carried on as i could feel her whole body shiver from the pleasure. i bit her in the neck then the back. as she begged me to stop hitting my hand away. she went stright to the desk bending over it. Naked, naked, naked, he’d love nothing more than to see Miranda naked. Naked, naked, naked, hypnotizing her into believing that she had a losing hand, he’d love to play strip poker with her. He’d even allow her to leave on her black, high stepping boots so long as the rest of her was naked. With her beautiful long and lush, natural blonde hair cascading down her back as if a golden waterfall and with her wearing makeup, he wondered if she dressed especially for him. Being that it was Saturday. I couldn’t imagine anyone being any better than she is – but hey, I am bias. I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling, laying there in the blissful, peaceful serenity of the Sunday morning. The only sounds breaking the silence came from Lottie’s mouth slurping and sucking my cock as she bobbed her head up and down. Every now and then she would retreat all the way back up my shaft, just leaving the head inside and lick around the tip before diving down again. But she took her time, and it. He took her by the hand and led her upstairs into his bedroom and then into the bathroom so she could first take a bath or shower. Cindi chose the bath, to sooth her aching body. Darren filled the tub for her and helped her into the water. Cindi couldn’t believe the kindness in the man but they were alone. She didn’t see this during the week. Before Darren left he poured bath oil into the tub for her to enjoy, which he said, may even help her wounds. Cindi even though very tired laid in the.