Tifa looked up briefly from where she was bent slightly over, polishing the bar. Her posture gave the courier who had just entered a beautiful view of...her mammoth tits. They swayed, teasingly encased in a tight white tank top that was little more than a bra, as it ended just below her perfect breasts, showcasing her toned stomach. The man gulped as he approached. She wore suspenders that stretched around the outer curves of her breasts and wound down over her fit stomach to finally attach to a. Waiting for him to arrive, I was having second thoughts; when the doorbell rang, I slowly and cautiously opened the door. Standing there was a tall handsome man that appeared to be in his thirties.After exchanging pleasantries, he said, “I’m here to get my cock sucked and feed you my cum, let’s not waste time.”“Since I have never done this before, how do we start?” I said.“You can start by getting on your knees in front of me and take my cock out,” he said.I did as I was told, and when my hand. I asked if she had a red saree and blouse and she did have it so I asked her to wear it.Priya wore it as I wanted her to wear, extremely low-waist exposing her smooth fair navel and round belly button and removed the top hook of her blouse. I asked her to pull her saree more low till it exposed her pussy lips and she did.Now I asked her to click a picture removing a panty and holding her panty with her feet. When she sent me the picture, her panty was already wet. Now I asked her to spread her. Part of her wanted to drown this innocent boy in desire, to replace his fear of physical pleasure with the joy such pleasure brought. Another part of her stood away, knowing that to push Paul would be to break him or drive him away. While her mind raced, her hands, working without thought, uncapped a bottle of fragrant oil and poured a measure on Paul’s back. Humming softly, she spread the oil over his shoulders and his back, wincing inwardly as her fingertips caught the areas where ragged.