The slavegirl is too pretty for her own good. Way too pretty.By sundown, there was no trace of Yayim either leaving or going into the building. The sh...fts did indeed change, and even though the number of watchers on the towers did not double, patrols did start walking the high walls. Vasha was pissed at the development, until Yayim’s guards did something so incredibly naive, so utterly stupid, Vasha could not believe his luck for an entire minute. Jester pulls out of my arse after fucking me. I gagged a couple of times but swallowed every last drop of what he gave me like a good girl. He was clearly satisfied, panting and out of breath. I went to his face and pecked his cheek and told him I was going to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was a mess. My mascara and eyeliner were smudged, my lipstick slightly smeared, and my makeup nearly gone. I sat on the toilet and peed, wiped my pussy, legs and face clean and reapplied my makeup. I readjusted my top and. I hadn't seen my step-mum's boobs for many years. She must have been enjoying the show as her nipples were like bullets. She dropped to her knees; her head and boobs were inches from my cock. I couldn't hold it any longer and I shot my load all over my hand, cock and chest. She stood up, put her nightie back on and, as she was about to leave, she slipped a hand into her panties, brought it back out and offered me to suck on her fingers. I jumped at the chance. I sucked eagerly on her wet. My sister and I drew back the shower curtain and slipped inside. The warm water and close confines made me feel as though my head was in a fog. We started washing each other all over. My hands, lathered with soapy water, found their way around her back and came to rest on her petite breasts. I savored the experience, my first real skin to skin sexual contact with her, as I began to massage her boobs. Angie started to whimper slightly, and then as I tweaked her tiny nipples, she let out a moan..