His hands can barely cover all the meat of each cheek. He starts with her right cheek, and thoroughly massages down to her hips. His hand slides in be...ween her ass and massages even the darker meat. He gets lost in her soft ass.He feels the knots in her body and presses hard on them, rubbing and squeezing them out of her thighs. Her sighs turn to squeals as the tips of his fingers approach her leaking lips. He softly rubs near them before returning to her ass, lower back, and thighs.Her body. Anne chose a black sweater and white skirt to wear over her sexy little outfit, with heels.Over coffee, Anne asked Arthur to stay while she sat for Keith. Keith is an amateur painter, and he had asked Anne to pose for him.Usually, Arthur dropped Anne off and disappeared for a couple of hours, but Anne asked him to stay.Reluctantly Arthur agreed to stay. When they got to Keith's house, they went straight through to the basement where Keith's studio was."Alright, Anne, as soon as you are. ..Nahijgend en nog steeds langzaam mijn gezwollen kut vingerend maakte ik mijn plannen voor de dag, want ik voelde dat dit weer zo'n dag was dat ik geen genoeg sex kon krijgen.Onder de douche vingerde ik me weer klaar tot een pissend orgasme en toen ik bijna omviel van genot besloot ik maar eventjes te stoppen met klaarkomen, mijn haar te wassen om me daarna met zorg te kleden om de dag tot een succes te maken.Ondanks mijn goede voornemens mezelf te bedwingen kon ik mijn gedachten aan jou niet. “I can’t wait to see him beg to be milked for the first time, that is, if he doesn’t come when one of us is caning him. Where ARE the others? I want my bottom licked!” As soon as she spoke the doorbell rang once more; Elaine looked at her.“Would you Hortense? I hope they’ll all be here shortly.” Big Hortense eased herself down, and stood before me, lifting my chin. She then turned and slowly bent over; the crack of her huge and beautiful arse, inches from my face.“You get your nose in there.