I passed Prada and Yves St. Laurant, Dior, and Louis Voitton, almostdrooling at their offerings. When I came to Chanel, I could not resist.Though my m...umuu was surely not the dress most of their customers wore topurchase their goodies, I had to have an icon. I went immediately to thecosmetic counter. The Chanel lipstick tube with it's crossed "C" logo wassomething every well dressed woman had to have in her purse. The lovelyyoung lady complimented me on my hair and make up look and was happy. Then you began your agonisingly slow assault as you began pumping your full length in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Your combined cries of pleasure filled the room as you increased your pace, another two orgasms hammering at her senses before you were began to reach the edge yourself.As if reading your mind she screamed your name, begging to be filled to the breaking point, on the brink of another orgasm herself. Without delay you thrust into her hard, releasing your seed deep inside her. Looking back through the fence she was gone wondering if she had heard me or seen me watching her please herself i gathered my things and walked into the house the memories still in my mind i laid on the bed and brought out my toy collection and eased off my swimsuit and i knelt on all fours and thrust the eight inch life like plastic cock straight into my shoaking hole on one deep thrust bottoming out in my hole i pulled it out quickly and thrust it back in wanting to come over that plastic. ” The next thing he does has my teeth sinking even further into a now sore bottom lip. “Guess I’m going to have to torture it out of you.” He moans out as he begins to batter my clit with the head of his cock. Head lulling to the side; I let out a soft moan on accident as he continues his assault. He looks like he’s about to give up and just take what he wants. He changes tactics by rubbing the length of his cock against my slick folds. The loud moan it elicits from me has Jason pressing.