The base of an elaborate colourful tattoo was visible on her sacrum. Tail of a dragon? Intertwined flower stems? I couldn't tell, but ached to find ou....Holding my breath I strained my hearing to be sure Kay was still occupied in the kitchen, then eagerly thumbed the screen. The panty material had been pulled aside and the same wide cock was half buried in her body. Next it was fully inserted, a pair of hands holding her butt cheeks slightly agape, her head swivelled to look back at the camera,. Layla stood there, relaxing after the hug had passed and let out a soft sigh, a smile touching her lips as she watched him go, the door closing behind him.After a pause she swept her hand casually over her room, vines and plants growing from every conceivable crack, the smell of lilacs filling the air as she kicked off her shoes, letting her feet press against the soft grass now growing under her feet. She may not have been able to create anything as complex as her father or Kai could, but she. I was waking up each morning, going down on Aaron for at least an hour (I kept finding more instructional guides online - I knew that I could beat my sister at this) and then making him breakfast, and jogging for a few hours after that. After jogging, I’d generally do the shopping, come home and clean up the apartment for a bit (just so that I could feel like I had a little me time - it felt a bit like everything else I did was as part of this weird competition with Madison) and then cook a. She didn’t think she would ever stop. Finally, her orgasm subsided and Dave was next to her, kissing her, letting her taste herself. It was a sweet, fruity taste. A little bit later, she reciprocated and gave him a blow job until he shot his load down her throat, which she promptly swallowed. As they recovered, they talked some more. Jillian’s real name was Rebecca Daltry. She wasn’t a secretary but a grifter, specializing in the short con and pickpocketing and stuff like that. Dave laughed..