I was rubbing her pussy over her panty which was dripping wet. After some time, my sexy reader told me to bring the chocolate sauce.I went to bring it...and by then, Nikita started removing the nighty. By the time I came back, she was there completely naked and she looked smoking hot like a goddess of sex.She then lay on the bed and told me to pour chocolate sauce on her body. Then I started putting sauce on her cheeks, lips, neck, and on her beautiful navel.As I moved downward, Nikita spread her. Being in the advertising business, he knew what this would do to any chance of finding another job as well. Even moving wouldn't make it less painful... this was something that would follow him no matter how far he moved away. Michelle would not escape unharmed if their illicit affair became public knowledge either. There would be serious ramifications for her as well, the very least of which would be that she couldn't see the man that had made her so very happy. So it was vitally important. Bjoern then looked at his wife who was frowning."Do you like it, love?" It is strange, so dark and severe! Can we whitewash the walls inside and have some colours, too? Why are the windows so small?" We'll try to find chalk, for the walls, Crescencia. Perhaps, there is a painter in the town, too. The windows must be small, I'm afraid, for the winters here are very cold." He'll love to keep you warm," Thorben laughed, earning himself a threatening look from his older brother.The next weeks were. “I’m so close,” her voice was barely a desperate whimper, and sent a thrilled shiver through him.“Whose cunt is this, Mel?” his own question surprised him, but he pushed forward again, driving himself even deeper. “Whose fucking cunt is it, slut?”Her pussy tightened even more, her fingers digging against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. She was trying not to answer, trying to keep some of the power she always held over him. It wasn’t going to be good enough – he wanted all of her..