"Christ!" she muttered, and sat up on her bed. "I almost had it," she said to Buster. He got up from his rug, walked over, and got a whiff of her drip...ing pussy. Immediately his nose and tongue were all over her tiny cunt, licking furiously. Bri's attempts to push him off were soon forsaken as pleasure overswept her. She fell back on her bed and started thrusting her hips at Buster's snout, moaning and panting. His huge tongue swept her pussy over and over, the tip touching her clit each time. . I wanted to cry because I had not brought anything with me to fix my face or my hair. I looked around and after opening some drawers, I found a brush, cold cream, mascara, hairspray, about 20 shades of lipstick. I began to clean myself up; it took a bit, but what a change. I used a wet paper towel to clean the crusted sperm that had caked on the inside of my thighs.Looking at it I found it to be white against my tan skin. It looked funny. I had crusted sperm on my stockings, and looking at them. Just come to the balcony. There she was lying on a lying on a easy chair with her legs stressed and wearing a short sleeveless nighty which was above her knees. She ordered me to take off my clothes . I became naked kneeled before her and took her feet and started to suck her fingers . I kissed and sucked her worked upto her thighs not going to her cunt. She was moaning and asking me not to tease her . I knew how to please a woman . I wanted to make sure that this wasn’t a one-time thing. I. “Are you cooking?” she asks. “I’m kind of hungry, and I can’t leave until the weather’s better.”“OK,” Ingrid replies, smiling.There’s a lot more going on, but in other words, it’s a normal Friday at CCL… except for the weather.And except for the fact that one of the women in the CCL house is a killer. Pretty soon she’ll don her costume, pick up her knife, and the screams of pleasure that normally provide the soundtrack in this house will be replaced by screams of terror. Horniness will be.