Okay to start with ask some kinky thing. I said right now give me you warm panty. Wow she said. I may not give you a warm one but I can give you the b...own color which u saw. And she opened her purse and handed me a cover. She asked me to return it to her as it her husbands favourite one. I asked why is it in your purse. She took it from her husbands briefcase today morning while he was going to office and dropped her at this mall. I said it is my lucky day.She smiled and warned me not to come. Tu t’accordes un clin d’œil pour te féliciter d’avoir passé avec succès la première étape et baisse le regard sur la magnifique silhouette de dix-huit ans qui constitue la deuxième partie.Bien sûr, la première chose que tu voies est ta poitrine. Énorme, bien ronde et tenant miraculeusement bien en place, tu la caresses avec une certaine fierté et passe ton pouce sur ton aréole brune pour te stimuler. Tu te retournes en passant tes mains fines sur ta taille de guêpe et tord le cou pour admirer. To my surprise, she leaned forward and started sucking it. I slipped her dress off over her head. She was wearing the hottest little white bra and a white garter belt holding up the seamed black stockings. It was one of the best blowjobs ever and my cock was hard as a rock. She (he) was enjoying it also, a stiff throbbing cock was sticking up between his legs. I got down to my knees and returned the favor. I had never sucked a cock before, but I really enjoyed it, especially being able to. ~~ "Cyn." His deep, husky voice purrs at her ear, heated breath stroking her senses. "What are you thinking?" She turns to him with a soft shiver, pulled from her reverie, gazing at his dark, charismatic face, feeling the pull of his personality in the silver gleam of his eyes. Chameleon eyes, from mist to midnight in a moment, a clear harbinger of his mood. "I was thinking of the first time we attended La Matraisse together, Ruan, my love, Master of my soul." The soft earthy yearning for him.