When this happened Mockie shined with hergraceful feminine movements, twirling, swirling shaking her hips,gliding her slender long nailed hands down h...r firm covered titties,running her hands through the gold locks of her hair, swaying her hipswhile running her long nails down about her wickedly sexy plump coveredbootie. Her movements were sensual and provocative; but no male figurein the club approached her as they all knew she belonged to the Joker.Harley knew her little sis was putting on a. I move my hand further downward, and my questing, wet fingertip finds your twitching asshole. I rub it gently, and you twist in my arms and gasp. I move a second finger into your pussy as I slip my fingertip into your anus and move it gently around and around…I hold you close and give your clit that gentle but firm rhythmic pulse and slide that I’ve found you like best. I kiss you deeply and squeeze you to me as I keep it up, relentlessly, feeling your pussy and probing your ass, teasing your. Such a sensual feeling, Taylor felt a small gush of juices soak her thong. She pulled her foot back and looked at Spence, his lopsided smile making her even more in heat.When their meal came, they quickly ate, both anxious to get back to her place.When they got to the car, Taylor grabbed Spence by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the vehicle, grinding her pussy against the bulge in the front of his pants, kissing him hard, their tongues mating frantically. Spence grabbed Taylor’s. How about a few shots of vodka? ‘Here’s my limo.’ ‘Mr. Lynch, off already?’ ‘Yeah, James. But just drive around a bit. We might be coming back.’ ‘As you like, sir.’ The chauffeur opens the door. ‘Ma’am?’ I slip into the limousine and slide over as Mr. Lynch comes in after me. The door closes. ‘Ah. I love being in my own car. Always feels like home.’ Home? I imagine that’s nice. I imagine home feels comfortable, a place people can go and be themselves, be accepted. I imagine it anyway. ‘Here you.