“Oh, here you are!” Honi tore her eyes from the spectacle before her. A woman dressed casually in designer jeans and silken blouse stood in the do...rway. Her long dark brown hair had been expertly braided, reaching her waist, and was drawn back from a face reminiscent of a current supermodel. Her tone of voice was cultured and educated, belying the uncertainty her body language presented. “Isn't that a beautiful sight?” she asked, carrying on without waiting for an answer. “How is he doing,. "I'm sorry I'm late!" Her purse thumped on the table, and she ran her hands back through her dark hair. "Traffic was a disaster. It's raining, you know. I am so sorry I'm late."I stood and we kissed, just a peck on the lips, and we slumped down into our chairs. Becky was her usual pretty self, a little disheveled and a little out of breath. She wore a casual dress, a light, flowery thing with a bit of a neckline and the round of her shoulders bare. If Becky were her old self, Becky would be. Your voice brings me back from the edge of nirvana."Squeeze my nipple," your sultry tone asks.I notice that you have shifted your position so that you are almost perpendicular to me. I slide my hand under your tit and encounter an already aroused nipple. After caressing it in my palm for a few moments I take it between my thumb and forefinger. I gently squeeze it and roll it back and forth. Muffled noises come from your dick-filled mouth. I'm getting more excited as I touch you. Your body rocks. " Thank you for your wonderful hospitality" Bayonetta spit outsarcastically, holstering her weapons and snatching up the keys.She grabbed James by the arm and headed for the elevator across the hall,her desire to leave growing by the second. As they passed the stockadeonce again, Umbra debauchery was in full swing. The dark skinned witchthat was fucking Jeanne's mouth let out an orgasmic scream and her stickycum blasted down the bound woman's throat. Jeanne gagged as some of thethick cream.