Expect the unexpected. She was used to getting orders like this from Birch, there was nothing he required that she hadn’t done before, but those few...words filled her with a sense of anxiety. That was probably what he wanted, he knew she hated not knowing what was going to happen to her, and if she asked for more clarity, she knew what the reply would be - “You don’t need to know.” Just before 8 P.M. that night, Emi pulled on a pair of sheer black stockings, checking to make sure the seams up. Going even slower over your clit."Uuuuugggghhhhh..." is all your able to mutter as I slowly lick your pussy.I keep this up for a good few minutes before I run my hand around your leg and rub your clit with my thumb. All of this teasing as really made your blood flow and I'm aching for a taste. My fangs extend and the veins around my eyes darken as well as my eyes do. You are too distracted by pleasure to notice though, and as I lick you again pushing my tounge a little inside, I speed up the. She crept along and spotted his GMC Yukon. She parked directly behind it. She got the k**s out of the car. She carried the youngest and ushered the others toward the door. There were a couple other vehicles parked in front of the single wide unit - a 2006 Chevy Malibu and a 2008 Dodge Magnum. She banged on the flimsy door. A thin white dude opened up.“Is Travon in there,” she glared.“Who,” the guy rubbed his eyes.“Black guy. Tall, Big build.”“Oh yeah! He’s back…”She pushed past him. She gagged. Foster’s residence. Gemma was wearing flip flops and her toenails matched her fingernails that were painted a soft pink color. She smelled like coconut oil as her skin was glowing as they took the top off of the Jeep. The sun’s rays were bouncing off of her silky white skin. She was wearing a very tight and very short pink polka-dot Daisy Duke shorts that looked like they were just painted onto her ass. The bottoms of her ass cheeks were ever so slightly escaping from the bottom of her.