Female artwork that is. While the fantasies had started at a much younger age, I entered into my trafficking business roughly when I was out of school... around the age of 18. At first, I started off as a scout: prying through the various nightclubs of my city on the look out for pretty, seemingly alone girls. As the years passed however, I was given more and more responsibilities, eventually coming to the top of my profitable?corporation that trafficked artwork to those depraved and wealthy. Three miles farther along, they saw a house set among some trees. The found a gate and went through the fence. A short ride took them to the house and Andy went to the front door. He knocked on the door several times, but nobody ever came to see who was there. This was very puzzling, so Andy went around the house, looking for another door.He found a door at the rear of the house, so he tried knocking on that door. Still no answer! "What the hell is goin' on?" Andy tried opening the door. The. “Oh, Oh…. Oh… I’m… I’m… Cu….” That’s all I could muster as a wave of pleasure exploded to every nerve ending in my body. I sucked his fingers as he used the other hand to rub my pussy as the orgasm subsided. I closed my eyes as humiliation consumed my body. I realized what I just did and opened my eyes to see him grinning with satisfaction. At that moment we both knew my body was his, his sexual experience and knowledge of pleasuring confirmed that. He was right it was a special day. I. Lori moaned she loves giving us pleasure and knows as she gives she gets. He pumped into her as deep as he could moving side to side and then just motionless just enjoying the feeling of finally fully enjoying my wife. Lori said to him that it was my turn again, and he slowly got off he was spent, I mean he looked tired. I got on top of her fully erect still but stopped to look at her soaking wet and dripping pussy. I positioned my cock ready to enter her and kissed her, her eyes said thank.
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