The short dress was for comfort, so much cooler in the heat than any kind of pants.There was of course no traffic.Crossing the street, she considered ...he elevator. She usually took the stairs, just for the exercise. She also didn’t trust this elevator, it having gotten stuck with her in it before. It was late. No telling how long it would be for any help to arrive if she got stuck again. The stairs it is.Her car was on the third floor. Not a long climb, and easy for her. She was very fit,. His face was like that of a statue's – thin aquiline nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and strong square jaw. The powdery paleness of his skin appeared even whiter, contrasted against his silky jet black hair, and resembled the luster of cold marble. Great makeup job! Nancy grinned. And costume too! He sported an expensive looking European tuxedo that had a regal flare and a sweeping floor-length black velvet cape with a blood-red silk lining. "You must be Count Dracula," she said in mock. “I have waited five-years for this baby, I want to fuck you hard, very hard,” I tell her as I slap into her ass cheeks.“Do it then, show me what very hard is. And show all the people out there who might be watching.”“I love watching you use your vibrator Kelly,” I tell her in mid-afternoon as she teases herself with a large black one. She is sitting naked apart from her heels in a carver chair, legs wide apart with one foot resting on a stool with a wicked smile, knowing she has my full. Scarlett knew her actions were working. She playfully murmured under her breathe before running her tongue wetly against the earlobe of Cover Girl before snagging just a little tiny piece of it into her mouth, suckling it. Cover Girl squirmed and gasped sensitively. The torture continued on the super model, she having forgotten that she was actually asked a question. It seemed only second nature to Cover Girl that one of her hands journeyed to the side, caressing along the bare side of.