.... she had no cluethat before I arrived at the Red CarpetAwards, I called up 5 highly paidescorts, and told them... follow me at everyturn.So finall... we arrived at the mansion, whereSharon, called for her body guards, to comeand take me to a room, she called.. The SexRoom.. then after I was put into the room, Sharonleft for awhile, because her, maid told her she hada very important call... turns out it was theactress.. Angelina Jolie, who had just finished filming the movie Salt.The reason I. I felt muscles rent and blood oozing. Still there was lubrication and her hips began to meet my thrust. I reached around her and mangled her tits with my large hands. I pinched them, squeezed them, and yanked at the nipples. I bashed them against the cinder block wall. Still I could tell this whore was getting off! Once she got in rhythm with me I decided to change it up a bit. I didn’t want this whore to actually enjoy this.Yanking my cock all the way out, I quickly positioned my plump prick. It grows, pulsing as her tongue wets her lips. She looks up at me, mouth open. ‘Brush my hair?’ I grab the brush, and push her towards my crotch as I brush her hair. She nuzzles against my dick, feline, brushing her cheeks against me, sending shocks of pleasure along my spine. I keep brushing her hair in long strokes as she moves her hands up and down my thighs. I think she has more in mind than a shower right now, and as is evident by my erection, I’m not complaining. She wraps her thumb and. From the tour I had just given myself, I could tell that this place hadn’t been used or occupied in years. I crept on through until I could smell, faintly, cigarettes. I stopped in my tracks, my feet making a tacky sound as they stuck to the muggy ground around me. I stood right outside a room that I would have missed had it not been for the smell. The door blended in so well with the walls that I would have totally missed it. I could hear at least two people inside, not by their conversation,.