"I'm impressed, really," she said.Was he laying it on a bit too heavily?"Sorry, I shouldn't be running on about it. Can I offer you a glass of wine?" ...es, please."She waited at the living room window, looking around at the apartment, its furnishings and accessories. There were no surprises. The room was just like its owner, neat and tidy. It was tastefully furnished.She appeared in the entrance to the kitchen. Steve had removed the cork and was pouring the wine into two simple crystal Bordeaux. After class, I wasn't sure what to expect since Tim was getting home later that night. I was frightened and went to the library. I studied for a little bit then fell asleep in a comfortable chair. It was just past nine in the evening when I got home. I noticed Tim's car in the drive. He was relaxing in the living room. I said, hello and asked him about his trip. Tim gave me the usual answer good and I proceeded into the kitchen. Margaret was putting away dishes and she lit up when she saw me.. To taste it, I wet my fingers in your cum and took my mouth sucking until it was clean.Dinho, even though he came, he still had his very hard cock pointing at me and asked me:Leave me by my cock at least a little bit in your pussy?No Dinho, you can't put your dick in my pussy, it would be a betrayal with your brother, and besides, we are without condoms, imagine if I get pregnant?Leave me in your ass then!Are you crazy you little bastard? He said smiling.I can't take your brother's stick, which. He posed for her, black eyes flashing with hunger, as she looked over his body. ‘You fucking wreck me.’ She whispered to him as she painted chocolate up and down his length. Messy. Hot. Sticky. He groaned, writhing at the application of the melted chocolate. His lips drew back from his teeth in a growl twisting out from his throat, a song of pain and pleasure and for a moment she hesitated until he gasped out, ‘More!’ in a shaking, broken cry. As she layered more chocolate he groaned, beautiful.