I invited him inside and told him to sit. He was staring at my boobs and I was hiding. He told me that he was alone at home and wanted to have some go...d time along with some wine and music with me. I knew his intentions and I was full happy from inside. I told him to sit down and relax and let me go and change myself. I wore a tight t-shirt and a short. I played some music and sat next to him. We started exchanging our life stories.After half bottle down, we both were quite tipsy and started. ?" I snicker and shake my head. "You're my little geisha. I want you doing the work, starting with showing me those beautiful little tits of yours." Kim frowns but does as she's told, reaching up and pulling off her halter straps. "Geisha is Japanese," she says angrily. "I'm from Vietnam." "Girl, you could be the last eskimo on Earth for all I care. You just better get to slurping on my meat," I say impatiently. With a light gulp, Kim pulls her top down, exposing her beautiful creamy breasts. I. It is wonderful to finally be connected with you. This pleasure is so much better than anything I could ever imagine.Gripping your hair, I give a light tug, detaching our mouths so I can taste your body. Licking, nibbling, and kissing, I explore your collarbone, pecs, and nipples before settling at your neck as the pace between us increases.Each thrust of your hips into the grind of mine send sparks of addictive pleasure throughout my nerve endings. Soon we find ourselves at a cliff. The. Her husband had a cosmetics business, a line of man who knew how to explode all over the world. I met him when I was looking for sponsorship of a brand for my projects. I invited him to his house and there I met his wife, a woman of exquisite manners that did not go unnoticed. One day, already separated from her husband, invited her to the theater on an afternoon that was alone, we went to see a work a little risen where it was spoken of the possession, bondage and sex of a fashion designer. It.