I caught a glimpse of myself in the wall mirror – my pupils were dilated so that there was no iris visible – they were as black as blackest night....I noticed Oliver gazing at me with a look of concern. I turned and faced him full-on, staring directly into his eyes – pouring my will into him through his eyes, overcoming his own will. I felt my relentless influence over him, but I addressed him with all courtesy and sweetness: ‘Oliver my dear would you kindly remove your cravat?’ He did not. I pretended that her pussy is quite red from inside and could be that she is having an internal infection or some bruises inside her pussy. She got a little scared hearing this. I told that I have an ointment which can be applied inside the pussy. She asked me to apply it fast.I told that I will do it but can only reach a little inside with my finger. She got a little unhappy. I told her that if she wants I have another solution. I can apply the ointment on my penis and can insert deep and. Mmm, she tasted oh so good. The woman stood at the other end of the sling and watched her mate feast on the vulnerable exposed pussy. Once satisfied with her man’s pleasure she stepped forward, her legs on either side of Gloria’s head. The woman squatted slightly and lowered her muff towards Gloria’s face. Her parted labia touched Gloria’s lips. The woman was gratified she felt the victim beneath her slide her tongue into her snatch. The woman pressed her vulva against Gloria’s mouth while her. Brooke was just settling down after work for an hour or two of television when her phone announced the buzzer loudly across the room. She was dressed in a little white tank top and some tight-fitting cotton shorts. As she scampered across to the phone to find out who the unexpected visitor was, her 34C breasts bounced sexily in her top, free from the constrains of a bra as she had planned on relaxing alone tonight. As she reached the phone she picked it up and asked,"Who is it?" Brooke, it's.