The bitch was dressed like a complete slut in a blood red Victorian corset and latex mini skirt inspired by a fetishist’s wet dream, complete with f...ur inch fuck-me heels – a tramp on the town for Halloween, although in this case the function was a company masquerade ball. Eleanor didn’t remember actually deciding to really carry her plan out; it matured as an erotic day dream, fed by Jack and Cokes, then suddenly she was in action. It all started with a single thought, that if Elise had worn. "This iswhat you demanded for so long now," she continued. Back in my mind, athought began to shape. Like a memory of distant wishes, fantastic ideasabout dreams that could never become real. Could that be it? I felt mybody mass shifting under my shirt.My thoughts were interrupted as she changed her position. Her strengthmust have grown enormous meanwhile. She managed to press me deeply intothe mattress with one hand only while she removed her panty with herfree hand. Then, she shifted her. Her soft full lips closed around the head of my hard cock and I felt the warmth and wetness and she sucked me deeply into her mouth.I looked down and all I could see is her dark silky hair cascading over her bobbing head as she sucked my cock deeply into her throat. I touched her hair softly but did not try to force her onto my cock any further as she seemed to know just what was needed. I let my hand fall onto her shoulder and tried to reach her breast but could not gain access.She sucked. She loves this and again lets out small moans. I can not resist any longer as I bury my tongue in her pussy. She smells and tastes absolutely amazing. I go deeper and deeper, then start flicking it about. I can sense she’s about to cum so start going quicker. Her pussy clenches against my tongue as she starts to orgasm again. I lap every centiliter of her pussy juice up. Then I descend even further downwards, to where I’m at my best, her swollen clit. I latch onto it and start flicking hard and.