He grabbed the nozzle and turned it on her. Her hair was wet, her gown was wet, her tits were erect and wet. The gown now clung to her body exposing e...ery little detail of her anatomy. She bent down and he sprayed her back. Then she stood up and faced the spray head on. She walked toward him and he relaxed his grip and the hard spay became a mist spraying her body. They were both soaked. She wipped her eyes and pulled the gown away from her body and flapped it toward him. She looked at him and. He opened remaining buttons and slowly pulled the half side of my gown towards himself and let it fall between our bodies.My gown was now only sticking to mY shoulders , I was naked except bra and panties , without button other half had fallen in front of me.He continued his movement , rubbing his dick in my back , he was holding my waist with his arms closely amd dry humping me , bed was rocking slowly , after a while he stopped and popped himself up and opened my bra hook , I amost gasped as. "Don’t you want my little ole ginger pussy?" I had heard a whisper that Layla would never perform fellatio. Any of her chosen partners would be given carte-blanche but for two things; fellatio and anal sex of any kind. "Then Nichole hasn’t told you that I only perform to order if everything is right." I move as to zip up again. She looks at me quizzically and thinks. "Um, no, I don’t think soooo... oh, wait, you mean..." Layla pulls my cock closer and stares at it. "You want me to..." I nod.. He pushes those away for another day. It's funny how medical debt never dies, even if the people who were sick do...Marcus's eyes are drawn the gold envelope, and he picks it up. It is heavy, and it feels strangely warm in his hand. He's puzzled about how it could have even been delivered, the only thing on it is his name.Inside, he finds a card. It is made of heavy black paper--strangely black, like it's sucking all the light into it. In his hands, the card feels... it's hard to describe..