“My pussy is all wet Sir and I’m a pantyhose slut…” “You dirty girl. Keep rubbing that pussy my pantyhose slut !” “YES! Sir mmmmmmm. Fee...s so good having pantyhose on my pretty legs and feet. Love how guys check me out” “MMMM good girl. You smell and taste absolutely great. And it turns me on like crazy hearing you moan like a slut” Heard him sniffing and grinding that cock. “MMMM I’m gonna cum, Sir” “No, I’m not close yet. Don't cum yet, you're not allowed to cum, filthy whore” “But Sir MMMmmm. I just let her relax and then got down on to my knees and started to kiss her waist which was glistening in her sweat and my saliva due to my licking and in the moon light it was looking like a beautiful piece of art.I just pressed her waist again and my hands went to her nipples which have become relaxed by now. Suddenly they got activated due to the sudden attention. So I just kneaded with my thumb and middle finger, while my index finger was caressing her tit. She looked at me and said not. Asha lay face down on the grass next to the patio on a blanket and had a quick check for anyone before untying her bikini so she could get a tan on her back. I was sitting on my phone and hadn't noticed the window above open slightly. Although we were close enough to our house to be covered by the fence at ground level Joe and Katy's top floor did overlook some of our garden with the small bathroom window looking right onto our patio when opened. I was just enjoying the sun and having a beer. I should just trust him and not spy on him. Besides it’s not like expect to find them fucking on the dance floor. What does that say about our upcoming marriage?” she said.“Miss Drake, I had an old school mentor when it came to treating women the right way. The flowers are nothing more than the standard gift that one brings to the house of a lady he is escorting. If I came empty handed Gino would rise from the grave and slap me. As for your fiancé, he is the one acting shady. Are you going.