She circled around my throbbing clit, her mouth became slick from my wet pussy. I brought my feet up to the edge of the bed, giving her better access...to my sweetness. She took advantage of my position and plunged a finger deep into my pussy. My moans blended with Trcy’s. Trcy began to rock her hips against my hand, pressing hard against my fingers. I stopped fingering her and palmed her pussy pulling her forward. I wanted to taste this sweet southern belle. She got the hint and lowered. Talons slid under her hips, gripped her ass and lifted her from the sand. Her legs went over Fiona's shoulders, Melanie wailed helplessly. She was now pinned on her shoulders as Fiona devoured her with relish. Melanie felt her body start to catch fire; her body assailed by powerful sensations.Unable to grip Fiona’s head she had to settle for gripping her breasts and she gave her nipples a powerful pull. Melanie felt her world spin, her eyes became blurry and her breathing ragged. Fiona was. Russell Donovan had an excellent reputation.Mr. R gave her the background. A Congresswoman married a businessman; the actual nuptials took place in New Jersey. The dance was one of the couple’s receptions. As she had noticed, music was by Donovan’s orchestra. His services were provided by powerful theatrical producer Pedro de la Garza. Even more interesting, Francine Martel would MC. Martel was a familiar name at the Plaza. She was a Broadway diva, which only scratched the surface of her. The Laundromat would always be empty round that time, too.We started smoking Blunts 2getha.Then, one nite I just reached under her Dress and played wit da Pussy.Took da Her to da back room (cuz I had a bed back there).Laid her down.Spread dem big ass legs she had.And ate da FUCK out dat BIG, long Pussy crack.Juice was everywhere.She ran like a broken water faucet!She wasnt no Squirter tho. She was just a Real JUICY Bitch.I aint never seent no shit like dat.I asked her had she always been like.