“Hmm … your shirt is too long. It must go.” She said, ripping it from the woman’s body. Then, she slipped a hand beneath the woman’s skirt. ... lot of wet but no panties. “Mmm … I love a woman that’s prepared. Go to the pole where your man is.” The woman kept her eyes on the floor as she walked to the pole. Honey grabbed the woman’s leg and lifted it high over the man’s head. “Now, come closer. Rub your pussy on his face. Let him smell your flavor.” Honey watched the couple for a while, knowing. She put his dick back in her mouth and cleaned it with a smile. She turned to look at Kevin who had a weird look on her face but she didn't care at that time and asked him to get her phone which she did and in front of the two guys opened her camera and saw herself. Her face exactly like she had started to like it a compete mess covered in cum and spit while her mascara and eyeliner ruined and mixed with the blots of cum but today was different as her hijab was there as well and it was a mess. When I stood in the room and she went to get the money I had earned, I couldn't help feeling the underwear she had just folded at the table. This was so exciting and it felt incredibly wonderful. What would I have liked to have taken such panties! When I got home, I took a velvet-soft tiger-printed panties from my mother's dresser drawer and masturbated while thinking of the woman in the garden.I often borrowed underwear from my mother. My mother had sexy underwear and my sister tight,. He put a hand on her shoulder and felt her move subtly. Not nervous, not surprised, but adjusting to his touch, enjoying it. He leaned down and kissed the muscle that sloped from neck to shoulder. The movement was electric. He felt a flash of extreme want coming from her and a burst of extreme got-to-have in his loins.“And so it came to pass,” Tabitha began, not knowing where the sentence was going. “And he did touch her and felt the forces of desire pass between them.”With that, she swiveled.