The atmosphere is good.”“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, thank you!”I left Elanora to her work and headed back into the centre of Rome for a...coffee, relieved that I had set the ball rolling but feeling more than a little trepidation. Drawing a blank on the earlier sale was a bit of a blow. A text to Elizabeth confirmed what I already knew, that the sale was in Rome, without doubt. Maybe this Vincenzo had written down the wrong street, though that didn’t seem particularly plausible.I picked my. .. this is even worse torture... She was panting again—her moans grew louder—her back arched from the tingles coursing up and down her spine. Her head fell backward and her breasts were thrust closer to his hands. Grab my breasts ... maul me like an animal!What's the matter, pretty lady? Am I torturing you? He watched in amazement as her nipples hardened to stand out even further. How much harder could they get? Will I drive you wild if I continue with this slow torture? Because I fully intend. I moaned softly into her pussy as I felt my clit swelling. I drove my tongue up between her hanging lips. I flicked my tongue in and out of her wet hole. I put my hands up to her lovely ass pulling that hot red hairy pussy down onto my mouth and my tongue. I started to lick at the very insides of her pussy.“AHhhh,” DeRonda moaned out as she started to grind her pussy down on to my face.When DeRonda lifted up a little, I replaced my tongue with two of my fingers. I buried them up into her wet. Then his ballbag, between his legs and finally forcing the brush between the crack of his tight bubble butt. The sting was crazy on his butthole and he danced as he did the last part. It took him a few minutes to recover from the cleaning, and worst of all, the smell sometimes lingered afterwards, and he noticed now he was older, the ripeness on his dickflap and arsecrack never seemed to fully go away. His family noticed that too. So he pulled on the filthy dungarees, and began the slow.