She turned up around 9 am.Let me describe her. She was wheatish in complexion and had a 34B size boobs and perfect bubble butt. She was wearing a whit... casual shirt and denim pant. I couldn’t keep my eyes of her. She was such a beautiful lady and her deo was so seductive and tempting (guess it was victoria’s collection).Freya was admiring herself on the mirror, probably because she was not wearing a burqa after a long time and she was free and away from her people. We chatted over a cup of. Getting on the bed, he knelt between her creamy white, smooth legs and parted them as he opened her towel. He stared at her, her absolute perfection. Her long blonde dreadlocks splayed behind her head, her bright blue eyes looking right into him, her full and pouting lips ready to be kissed. He sighed with complete contentment, as he thought of where he was, and continued to drink her in with his eyes... The nape of her neck, the curve of her shoulders, and her perky breasts, that fit his hands. I had specified three garments, all had been delivered a specified. The first a simple cincher in a heavy black fabric was designed to constrict the waist severely. The second, in rose pink satin – a fabric I considered to look well against Nicola's dark hued skin – stretched from just above her sex to her upper torso where it supported, but did not cover, her breasts. The final garment, a more substantial affair in heavy cloth was designed to provide a sculpting of her entire upper body.. I removed my fingers and proceeded to eat her out violently as she placed a fist in her mouth to stop herself from screaming at the top of her lungs as she continued to cum.Finally her back arched and sunk again as she finished cumming and her eyes rolled back into her head with the intensity of the multiple organisms I had given her. I laid beside her playfully pinching her nipples and smiling.“Listen we can just leave it at this if you want, I don’t want to pressure you” I mused hoping to.