Please.. ohh god- He sucks on her clit as she moans his name. Yess Constantine YESSS pleasedontstop YEESSS aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. Vittoria arches off of the...table, gripping the emperor tightly to her cumming pussy. He refuses to quit, licking ever precious drop from her as fast as she can spill it forth. She collapses on the table, panting heavily. As if by cue, the rest of the guests reach their release into the inferior girls of the palace harem. Though he is tempted to take her as a show of power. I brush my hand along her cheek and hold her hair back from her face to help her insufflate some more of the pure columbian blow. I bought specifically to please her. I already have my hair tied up in a ponytail, I don’t need her help to do my line. Now, I’m wishing I wasn’t as prepared as I usually am for things. I take my line and pour a couple more shots. She picks up a shot glass and puts it in between my soft full breasts. I open my mouth to speak and she silences me with her delicate. His stomach was cut enough to wash cloths on, and his cock was nestled in a trimmed bush of blond hair, and what a cock it was. Even soft it looked big, and considering his size, it seemed out of place. He turned me around and softly kissed my lips, then got a little rougher, pulling my face into his. I opened my mouth and gladly accepted his invading tongue. As we stood there kissing I felt his hands roaming over my body, starting with his initial landing point, my ass, he worked his hands up. . not bad little girl, not bad at all. The pulsing beat brings me back as Bob wails "let's get together and feel all right" - not a bad idea Mr. Marley... not bad at all.I feel the heat rise in my tummy and spread slowly down my legs... a te yearning for a partner to do this dance with. Someone who, like me, just wants to feel all right.... As I check my phone, the reminder for an informal networking happy hour at the clubhouse catches my eye. Smiling, I head to the door, checking my hair one.