The studio was like any other. It had a wooden floor, mirrors and bars along the walls, and various dancing accessories stacked in the corners. There ...ere a few plants, as well as other decorations here and there. Mostly, it was just an open space. It was a space that invited movement and experimentation. She put down her bag and proceeded to close the shades. That was a good sign. She had decided to trust him. She had no particular reason to, but she was right to. He meant her no harm. He was. I was moaning while looking Julie in the eyes, she didn’t seem to like it, but she was watching closely and with full attention, Chuck was advancing, doing a great job over my slippery pussy, he was already fingering my pussy and ass same time, with his lips over my clit, sucking and lightly biting it, I was damn close to cum.I asked him to sit back on his chair, I got on my knees between his legs, held his gorgeous cock in my hand, passed my tongue along its length, and started sucking on it. . within a minute or so the men around me started leaving and there I was exposed and alone again. A few minutes go by and eventually one of the two military guys got up and left, the other waited a minute or so and started looking around as to see where he was. He slowly and cautiously walked over and stood next to me and just watched me, staring at me, I was feeling very uneasy and my dick was going soft fast so I put it away and adjusted my posture on the couch when the young military man. Yet Jennifer’s perverted alter ego dismissed it all. She knew it was her son lying on her bed, yet that was exactly the reason why she didn’t want to get dressed, and instead of feeling ashamed she felt pure lust. Her juices were running down her thighs even more profusely than before, realizing she was standing naked in front of her son, delectable and pungent. She knew her own son could smell her cunt and she loved that fact. She knew he could look at her twat, see her matted bush and the.