“Look at what you do to me, sweet beauty, look how hard you make Daddy’s dick.”Ms. E sits atop her bathroom sink and spreads her legs. Her entir... demeanor says “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!” Her pink pussy lies between sumptuous brown thighs. “For you, Daddy, it’s all for you. I know you want to lick every bit of pink you can find, don’t you Daddy?”She fingers herself, removes the lucky appendages laden with sweet cream and eases them in and out of her mouth. MK’s dick grows harder imagining her. I know the spot she is looking for. And from how she is reaching, she knows exactly where this wonderful spot is too. A gasp comes from those soft lips as her fingers tickle that heavenly button buried deep inside her. Her feet are planted firmly against the bench as she strokes a second finger deep inside. A slow upward thrust follows as a third finger slips in. Her eyes open, looking around, searching, she reaches over and takes the lotion bottle into her hands again. From as wet as she is,. " Hundred lines," said Drew."You hush," said Ninette with a grin.Jenny looked questioningly at Gavin who produced a bottle from one of the coolers and held it up."That's it," exclaimed Ninette."Ninette's a very pretty name. Was one or both of your parents French?" No. My mother was dead keen on ballet though and named me after Ninette de Valois."A man Jenny did not recognise came in. He was bald, thickset and wore a singlet. His arms were heavily tattooed."Hi, Mike," said Drew and Ninette."Hi!. I suddenly realised just how much I was enjoying the whole situation. Brian struggled to maintain eye contact, his gaze constantly falling on the vast expanse of cleavage. I lit a cigarette knowing full well from past experience what the consequence would be. As I inhaled on my cigarette, my chest rose higher, pushing my bare breasts forward. Brian’s gaze followed even the smallest of movement. Each time I inhaled, his focus was on my mouth, on my lips. Perhaps blatant, too blatant, but I even.