She never did it before, so she isn't sure what to do. She wishes she could use her hands, like she would do playing with her pussy, but I didn't tell...her she can eat with her fingers. She tries to think how she would like to be munched by man, who knows what he can do there to make her wet and wanton. She notices that the guest gets wet and starts to move her hips a bit. She feels proud and even the smell seems to turn her on. She no longer wonders what to do, but lets the tip of her tongue do. When he got there he wasimmediately impressed by the scale of the estate that confronted him. Hewent to the hand-carved teak doors, knocked, and waited. His attentionwas captured by the intertwined figures of naked women that were the maindesign of the carvings. Just as he was taking in the details of aparticularly erotic depiction of three females simultaneously pleasuringeach other, the door swung inward and he was confronted by a tallimposing butler -- a woman with short hair, serious. It seemed endless, ropey streams of cock cream spilling from her tight fuck hole and sliding down her quivering thighs. “My turn.” The leader roared, pushing himself against her face, letting out a howl as he shot his load down her throat, filling her cheeks with his seed. When he finally pulled free, it seeped from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. “Please, I need, let me, oh god,” she cried, his spew dripping from her lips. “You want to cum, whore?” “Yes!” she cried, shaking with. He noticed her hands shook a bit as he handed over the tip. ‘Do you mind if I use your bathroom? This is my third delivery and…’ Jeff was a bit surprised at the request, but nodded her into the house. ‘It’s down the hall to the left,’ he instructed. Her eyes roamed over his 55 year old body appreciatively. In denim jeans and the faded t-shirt, he might have presented himself for someone much younger. ‘I can see why someone might send you flowers, darlin.’ She giggled nervously and went into.